goldenlangur Posted May 12, 2009 Share Posted May 12, 2009 Playing He teased, he touched. Every time I cried he bought me clothes, sweets even a new Barbie until that dawn when the sun bled like I did and my childhood seeped down my leg soaked their bed. My mother screamed, she wept, He swore, he denied our little games and his special love for me. goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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