04-15-2018, 04:07 PM
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There was blood on the first few pages. No words, just blood. I'm not going to think about how it got there, I just tore them out. Not sure how long I can keep writing, don't want to worry about someone finding this. Just jotting a few things down. Dark hair, dark eyes, scars everywhere. 6'2, broad. Couldn't guess weight accurately. Sure of himself. Knows what he's doing.
Nothing unbearable today. The shackles hurt. The bruises will heal.
There was blood on the first few pages. No words, just blood. I'm not going to think about how it got there, I just tore them out. Not sure how long I can keep writing, don't want to worry about someone finding this. Just jotting a few things down. Dark hair, dark eyes, scars everywhere. 6'2, broad. Couldn't guess weight accurately. Sure of himself. Knows what he's doing.
Nothing unbearable today. The shackles hurt. The bruises will heal.
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THERE IS NOTHING MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN BEING DESPERATE
｢ AND THERE IS NOTHING MORE RISKY THAN PRETENDING NOT TO CARE. | PINTEREST. ｣