Stitched

Stitched

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I can not speak, my lips are bound. My throat it burns, but still I make no sound. I can't utter a single word, my lips dry and partched, cracked and bloody. I need to escape this prison, but I fear there is no way out. ~Cleopatra
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𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑀𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚. ____ His lips crashed in mine.The kiss I craved all my life and didn't know I needed was here. It was like a dream.His lips moved around with mine.His tounge licked my bottom lip asking for entry and I denied. -"Trying to play hard to get aren't we?" ____ -"You promised me?" -"I know,and I am sorry for the way I treated you.I tried hard to let go of you but it's impossible." -"You should try harder Ty.I am not coming back." [ Unedited ]

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