the woman with no face

the woman with no face

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DAY ONE One day I wake up and she's not there the next she is on the ceiling. my therapist says im crazy and that she isnt real....my pastor calls her a demon I say she is a saint. I love her she is my true love but I jyst want to see her face.... DAY TWO Oh no my mom said she called tbhe pastor and he is going to get ride of no face....I need to think.
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"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

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