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relationships · 21. September 2022

I was lying, slumped on the floor propped against the wall, my hands desperately trying to apply pressure to the wounds in my stomach, the stab wounds. My blood was seeping through my fingers, and my turquoise clothes looked like a weird tie dye project gone wrong, because it was done with blood. I was weak, my eyes were begging, longing for reprieve from the pain of the wounds, but I knew if I held on, I would heal from this. Just like I’d healed from other wounds. But I needed time. I...

relationships · 06. March 2022

How Charlie Martin strives to love, as the infinitely flawed human which she is.