May 24th 17 When people talk about something breathtaking, it's never about suffocating. My whole body throbbed and ached and weeped. The lovebites, just like the necklace and his clothes, seemed to be yet another property-mark. Clouded with mental illness and trauma, he was beyond my worst nightmares. Now people with DID trigger me. Sometimes my eyes become a theater screen and I'm sitting behind it.
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