the moments between.

I will never forget the cruel and sad curve of your mouth. The unyielding strength of your hands. The way your eyes crushed me more than your fists ever could.

I will never forget the internal scars. The brutal words. The biting accusations.

I will never forget that abuse can be silent.

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I am made of magic, madness, and moonlight

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