Some scars might get scabbed over but never heal. ~ A. Gupta
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It has been three fûcking days since that night in her bedroom where she wounded me so fatally that I still feel like I was leaving trails of blôod everywhere. It still left me shocked that she had said those words. It doesn’t mean anything. The words echoed in my mind, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. No matter how hard I try I couldn't move past it. Like you said I just needed a fûck, it’s been too long.
The fact that she was treating me like I was her fûck buddy, like she just wanted me to scratch an itch made me want to strangle her for real. Everything that she had said made me feel like she had stabbed me through the chest and was slowly carving my heart out. It fûcking hurt me more than I wanted to admit it,
