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The elastic stretched across her skin, leaving tiny pink marks that faded after she rubbed her thumb over them. She hated these marks. They were proof of what she was. What she did. She rushed her thumb across them as they appeared, helpless to their existence.

Posted By Sarah Elizabeth On 08.10.2011 @ 10:32 pm

I want to have a spot that’s “our spot”, one day. I want a place with with someone where we can go just to be “us.” But I don’t have a “spot” or an “us.”

I’m alone. I’m alone. I’m alone.

Posted By Sarah Elizabeth On 01.14.2010 @ 8:00 pm