As much as some people may pretend otherwise, the world isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Monsters are real, living breathing assholes that walk among us, and most of the time they wear the faces, and have the personalities of the people we love and trust the most. It’s a sad and twisted fact. A reality I have known all my life, and hated for just as long which is the reason I’m doubled over and gasping for air. The very real knee to the nuts might be a little to blame, as well. Molly flutters around me, patting my back,…
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