You.

There are ugly, real scars on my body that you made years ago and that I am now utterly ashamed of. You have done so much damage. When think about it I can’t make myself forgive you and I don’t ever want to try.

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About pippa

40-something, yogi, gardener, reader and writer. Not great at any of those things but more than happy to be average. I'm anxious, depressed, chaotic, boring, delighted, excited and often foolish. It's all good. And cake.
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