She's a mess, but she didn't have to ask for that, beg Erin to keep it quiet. These are her wounds to bear - her story to tell or not tell. The scars embedded in her arms from the rounds time and again that she hides under her clothes are hers to keep quiet about.
Eventually, the tears subside, and she breathes a little easier. The edge of her sweater isn't the ideal to wipe her face with, but that's all she has right now. She feels like a rough sponge was taken to her insides, and her head hurts, but it's passed. It's over, and she's still here.
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She's a mess, but she didn't have to ask for that, beg Erin to keep it quiet. These are her wounds to bear - her story to tell or not tell. The scars embedded in her arms from the rounds time and again that she hides under her clothes are hers to keep quiet about.
Eventually, the tears subside, and she breathes a little easier. The edge of her sweater isn't the ideal to wipe her face with, but that's all she has right now. She feels like a rough sponge was taken to her insides, and her head hurts, but it's passed. It's over, and she's still here.