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Jan. 30
I walked into the bathroom, staring at him. He was bleeding due to a skin disorder; I was bleeding for other reasons. He looked down at my swollen wrist, and immediately hugged me tight. He always felt the need to hug me, but I refused to really hug him. This time I actually attempted.
"I don't need sympathy" I said.
"I don't care." He replied.
Why can't he just not look and if he were to, just ignore?
- by God of Wool |
- Non Fiction
- | Submitted on 01/30/2014 |
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- Title: Journal Entry #1
- Artist: God of Wool
- Description: Journal Entry
- Date: 01/30/2014
- Tags: journal entry personal
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