Month: April 2016

Hate, the Constant

Make up and tears stain her pillow every night. It’s evident in her gaze, her gait, her demeanor. Relics of who they thought she was. Those blemishes won’t fade away. She picks at them over and over again. She can’t…She won’t forgive herself. Strangled by the guilt. Suffocating from the shame. Allow her a piece of peace. She just wants to belong. For once. Doesn’t she deserve to?

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