He was what I knew, and I longed for him. Not seeing him was death, and seeing him was torture. He was a drug i was addictated to and desperately couldn't live with out
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He was what I knew, and I longed for him. Not seeing him was death, and seeing him was torture. He was a drug i was addictated to and desperately couldn't live with out
"Why the fuck you let him touch you!!!"he growled while punching the wall behind me
'I am so scared right now what if he hit me like my father did to my mother or what if he tried to hurt me more the...