black and

it was never supposed to be like this

By India HowellPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

black and

Photo by Cmst May on Unsplash

'love hurts,' he says, as

he paints me black and blue with

fists full of roses

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India Howell

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Nikki3 years ago
Goosebumps.

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