Over months of being with him, my prison had become my sanctuary, and now that I was free, the world was my prison. There was nowhere left to run.

Autore: Kitty Thomas

Over months of being with him, my prison had become my sanctuary, and now that I was free, the world was my prison. There was nowhere left to run. - Kitty Thomas




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