Tortured
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I was like 13
And it was a Sunday morning I think…
And…
I think both of my parents were still asleep…
I remember.
I was gonna play sick so I wouldn’t have to go to church that day…
And I turned over
And there he was…
Holding a pillow…
He smelled of sweat… and regret
… and he said …
«shhhhh»
And it was a Sunday morning I think…
And…
I think both of my parents were still asleep…
I remember.
I was gonna play sick so I wouldn’t have to go to church that day…
And I turned over
And there he was…
Holding a pillow…
He smelled of sweat… and regret
… and he said …
«shhhhh»
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