Blue
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Ongoing8m
Last published Sat, Jun 4, 2016
I guess you could say I'm abused. My name is Rosemary. People would call me Rosie, if my full name was too long to someone when they call out for me. If people would speak to me anyway. Which hasn't happened yet, but I hope that's what they'll say. Except her. She calls me bad things. They hurt sometimes. Sometimes they hurt as bad as when she hits me. Scratch that. Nothing is as painful as when she hit me. But then I found that guy. Ran into him technically. He's why I'm still breathing right now. Him and his blue eyes were spellbinding. Maybe I found what I could live for.
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