“Fuck” I mutter as my breath hitches. And I reach my hand to grip something. My breaths coming out in pants.
I can’t fucking breathe. Oh god. This only happens when I think of my father. When I remember all the things he’s done to me to become this heartless beast of a person. The one that’s scary. Not worthy of love. Not worthy of sympathy. I’ve done too many bad things in this life to deserve anything but a harsher death than the ones I’ve dealt out.
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