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The shower sprays hot water
The hot water soothes the pain
The pain caused from your abuse
The abuse from your hands
The hands got the strength
The strength came from the fights
The fights started by a comment
The comment was a result of hate
Hate happened from being abandoned from your parents
Can't you see how when people hurt people, they hurt other people.
As I walk down a asphalt path, I see a figure ahead of me. Getting closer, I recognize the figure to be a woman. No older than nineteen, I assume. Her hair is light blue with streaks of green.
"Hello" I greet her. She keeps walking on, ignoring me. "Are you lost?" I ask.
"Leave me alone" she whispers. She lifts her head and gazes at me. She lifts her head and gazes at me. She has beautiful eyes, one icy blue and the other shimmering gold. I see scars and dried blood. I gasp softly.
"What's happened to you?" I ask.
"I don't want to talk about it" she hisses.
"Can I help you?" I ask. A tear creeps down her right cheek.
"Its been so long since I've felt compassion" she says softly.
"My home is just down the road. Come on, let's get you cleaned up" I say.
"Ok" she whispers. It's a nice day. The sun is out and gartros are chirping. Gartros are completely harmless avian creatures. This is a typical day in the land of Aruza. I look up and glimpse one of the moons, Folor.
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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