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Jun 2020
I was frozen despite the fire on my shoulder.
The ***** he drank stunk up the room
it was suffocating.
he strung his hand around my shoulder and gripped it tight.
His skin was dry.
He laughed and laughed and talked about how I looked just like my mum.
He said if I was older he wouldn't mind snatching me up and doing outrageous things to me.
He wouldn't stop laughing.
livianna
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livianna  Cisgender Female
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