nate remon
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Member Since: 1 year ago
I walk in the night that is my mind. A search for the unhealed child that haunts me; I barely remember him. He's curled up on the floor in a corner; Knees buckled and chest heaving. I know he hasn't properly eaten in weeks; Mom called him fat I remember. He's naked; Stripped of everything that nourishes him; 'It's ungodly' they said. Shaking and bruised he hisses at me; I don't blame him. There's nothing I want more than to embrace him. I know he'd hate it; Physical touch had never been a...
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