He Doesn’t Have To Hit You To Abuse You
You rebut, “He never hits me.” She looks over to you, to your hollow self, with pity and whispers, “He doesn’t have to.”
You rebut, “He never hits me.” She looks over to you, to your hollow self, with pity and whispers, “He doesn’t have to.”
You rebut, “He never hits me.” She looks over to you, to your hollow self, with pity and whispers, “He doesn’t have to.”