Claire Armistead
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The darker side of life.
I lay silent on the floor, my wrists and ankles bound.
The scent of blood is thick and heavy, flowing all around.
I ask myself how did this happen;
When did the abuse begin?
How did i no…
I lay silent on the floor, my wrists and ankles bound.
The scent of blood is thick and heavy, flowing all around.
I ask myself how did this happen;
When did the abuse begin?
How did i no…
