I'm willing to expose myself this time. Willing to lay bare and under scrutiny. But I fear that once everything is stripped away I'll be more trouble than I'm worth. Not a sound investment.
Are your eyes grey or blue? I still haven't figured it out.
My heart palpates in my chest and I cover it as a cough. My tremors come and I shrug them off. I turn in ways to hide the scars of what was done to me, all screaming and tearing and blood.
Who could want such a thing?
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