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Jun 2014
You know when you feel him lean in and press his soft lips against your skin? It felt like that.... Only more violent. And the marks weren't nearly as permanent. Those kisses will be with me a lifetime. Those bloodstains can wash away in the showers of my tears.
I guess this is about how he left his mark... And how I tried to erase those permanent scars with new scars...
Ruthie
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Ruthie  Dublin, Ireland
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