the choice isn't always there, tears flow over pursed unsubmissive lips knowingly sidestepping the swell in your shoulders and cranking wrists that want ever so much to break. The seeming teaming power of 10 men, weakened by something that strength can't cripple.
I don't want to love ever again
I'm trying to get to the "sit up" part.
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