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I wanted to run. To leave. I wanted to make Chuck hurt. I wanted to make myself hurt, as I stared into my white porcelana bowl of salvation. But por purging I would only let him win. So, instead I got up, took a sleeping pill, got changed into my La Perla night vestido and tried to succumb to sleep. Trying to leave today in the past.
Too bad life can’t be that easy.
At around 3am I felt Chuck slither in beside me. He wrapped his large toned arm around my waist affectionately. The gesture used to be comforting , I used to find protection in his embrace, but...
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