Dear Diary...

I like books, there words dig into me, I feel them. Words. Words are confusing no-one understands them, so I decided to write down my story. Love? What does love really mean? Heres how my story starts......

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10. I. Am. Hurt.

She continued punching, my face was blazing and my eye had swelled up. James. Help! She finally stopped and shoved me onto a toilet seat then whispered,
"James. Is mine!" then shoved me up and said, "if you tell this will be a regular thing!" then she left. I started to cry. Tears chased each other down my red cheeks and I made my way out of th bathroom. James stood there when he saw my face he screamed then picked me up and started running....
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