Sometimes I wish there was a place I could go where no one would walk in on you and you could cry for as long as you wanted to and curl into a small ball with a pillow covering you.
Yep. That bout’ sums it up.
Filed under Thoughts
Tagged as molest, Molestation, Molested, Sadness, wish
*Somemorehuges* Oh darling, talk to someone about this…
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