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( She winched slightly as the board snapped in half. Oh boy, she's real mad. )
Okay, I didn't mean for things to go too far with your dad during my last appointment . .
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( She puts her hands up in a surrender gesture, yearning to defuse the situation before it explodes into a heated argument )
Now, hold on. Just give me a minute to talk before you kick me out.
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⠀i am afraid of you. in loving me you hold a knife at my throat. in loving you i tell you exactly where to cut. we are two against the world, yet i still not trust your hand in mine. this is new and i am terrified.
i want to kiss you. not on your mouth, but on your most secret scars, your ashy black and journeyed knees, your ring finger, the trigger finger, those hands the world fears so much.