I guess her abuse was supposed to be a faceless thing.
But then I spoke.
She turned.
Pointed a finger.
Hissed.
“You….”
and suddenly I had a name.
I guess her abuse was supposed to be a faceless thing.
But then I spoke.
She turned.
Pointed a finger.
Hissed.
“You….”
and suddenly I had a name.
So sorry for what you went through, Kae! 🙂 love to you!
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Thanks:)
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