Then ya grow up to the realization that those dreams you had as a little girl did in fact have barriers. Anything is possible but now that we've reached the knowledge of common sense, we think nothing is possible. My heart got broken but it can be fixed.
bitemarks? more like deep gashes with blood dripping down the back of my throat. can't let it drip down my chin or they'd see... gotta swallow the blood from all the pain, curl my mouth into a smile and feign happiness...whatever that is