the_one_and_only
She treads lightly. The chains jingle. Invisible. She holds her chin out, and the world sees light. Confidence. She tugs on her dress, to make a statement. The chains shift. She can move easier. The world asks for more. She gives them more. The chains grow. Heavier. Longer. Sharper. They dig into her constantly. Her parents are gleaming. Her dress is now shinier and brighter. She tugs on the other side. The chains shift again. Although this time, she falls.
"Be strong little marshmallow"
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August 15, 2017
The one where I never see my husband. in The one with no outlet...
This might be a vent session. Or this might be a pity session. Or quite frankly, it might be a little bit of both. I am writing, anonymously, because I have the unfortunate circumstance of bein...
