We were all young and reckless once, giving everything we had in the name of love: our feelings, our money, even our bodies. But all we got in return was becoming the subject of other people's gossip, and wounds that still hurt even after scabbing over in the dead of night. There was nowhere to treat them, and nowhere to run. All we could do was wait for you to save us, or for him to take me away! I meant to write a romance, but as soon as I put pen to paper, it turned into something painfully amateurish!
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