Time, they say, heals all wounds. But does it, really?
Or does it simply teach us to live with the scars? But what of the wounds that linger, the ghosts that refuse to fade?
Time, they say, heals all wounds. But does it, really?
Or does it simply teach us to live with the scars? But what of the wounds that linger, the ghosts that refuse to fade?
"Why the fuck you let him touch you!!!"he growled while punching the wall behind me
'I am so scared right now what if he hit me like my father did to my mother or what if he tried to hurt me more the...