eight.
"stay still.." he says,
although i had every right to leave, i staled.
i watch him take my thin wrists,
they were already drawn with cuts,
but,
he decides to draw more,
over my healed ones.
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"stay still.." he says,
although i had every right to leave, i staled.
i watch him take my thin wrists,
they were already drawn with cuts,
but,
he decides to draw more,
over my healed ones.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro