„I‘d knelt there, letting him hit me again and again, because I wanted to feel worse on the outside than I did on the inside, and for so many moments, I just wanted him to kill me. I‘d almost killed him and I wanted him to hate me so hard he would fucking murder me, and then maybe, after his anger was spent, he‘d love me again. Whether I lived or died.“
Sorry had to mention this too because i cried.
— Mar 22, 2026 05:22PM
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