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I never really understood what people meant when they said it hurt when they ran their fingers across places on their bodies that once were bruised, or swollen, or in pain- until i finished that sad book, and remembered all the things i tried to suppress, and ran my fingers across the place on my head where a goose egg once was that night you got mad and slammed my head against your metal bed frame; and when i went to cradle myself and flinched when I remembered the bruise you left on my left arm; and when I squeezed my eyes shut, to try and make the pain from where my black eye once was go away. I never really understood the pain I was in until I was in pain from things that weren't physically there anymore, but will still haunt me nonetheless.