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Our wedding night. Still excited and feeling slightly tipsy from the champagne, I start with a gentle massage to loosen you and make you more comfortable. Working around your back and shoulders, slowly making my way to your head to run my fingers through your hair, pulling it down, casting your scent into the air. Using only my fingertips, sliding down your face to your neck, following with my lips. Stopping just over your mouth, only brushing our lips together to sync our breathing. Moving m...

Hiding out, from myself. What's in there? I'm afraid to see. I close my eyes to escape my thoughts. They offer no comfort; consumed by anxiety. I want to leave, to forget, for only a moment, this misery. I am alone. My friends left. Why did they go? Am I that ugly? I hurt; can't stand the pain. So I take these pills; my remedy. Hiding out, from myself. Grasping a memory; the person I used to be.