A Few Paltry Droplets…Drip 14

I tried to pretend they weren’t there most of the time. That I was still beautiful irresistible Ellie with the soft and flawless skin. Therapy. School counsellors. Late night talks with dad. I hated all of it. Despised it. I wasn’t going to go back there again. They were not a part of me. They were buried with the wilting remains of my childhood.

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