You hurt me.  We can’t talk about it, because you know it happened.  It is a blood bruise on your otherwise beauty, a vulnerability you cannot let exist.  A feather’s touch near it, and you recoil in pain, or lash out in fear – and I am your victim twice over.

But we

Can’t

 

 

You hurt me.

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