
I'm running back. Like a fucking beaten dog, I'm back to you, to the person who threw me away.
God, I'm pathetic. So starved for a gentle touch that I can't even see your real face. Or maybe I just don't care. I'm running back to you, to your soft voice, to that bitter aftertaste on my tongue after your sweet words.
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