She drops her hand away, defiant in the face of her pain. To act ashamed of her tears would only worsen it, and it is his fault. No, he is not the cause, but forever does he still pull the trigger, sometimes with more precision than she.
"Who do you see when you look at me, that you think nothing but of hurting and being hurt? Where on me does your dagger fall?"
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She drops her hand away, defiant in the face of her pain. To act ashamed of her tears would only worsen it, and it is his fault. No, he is not the cause, but forever does he still pull the trigger, sometimes with more precision than she.
"Who do you see when you look at me, that you think nothing but of hurting and being hurt? Where on me does your dagger fall?"