She knew it was wrong, she told a lie. Everyone wondered, no one told. Not here, not now, not again... She cowered in her corner. It had become hers, the truth, the lie she told. Not here, not now, not again... Swelling and torment became her, the way she glazed over and dried up inside. Not here, please... Not now, please, oh God, please not again... She was broken at the end, confined as no youth had known. His behavior vile, his psyche shattered, working together in concealment of a lie she told. Yes, please. Yes, now. Never again. No more lies.
More..Bryan Grant
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