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Mon_rovia938
Mon_rovia938
24/M/Aliso Viejo African born. Rescued during the civil war of my country Liberia. Two of my brothers are surviving child soldiers. I tend to speak of sadder things, but there is joy to be found in brokenness, if you let it in.
I remember every word you said to me. I used to try to forgive you and cut the words out of my body. I bled too much. Over time it was easier to let them build and build on top of each other until I could feel nothing. I became used to your words, and your desire for control, What malice. I must admit through it all, I have grown quite callous
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Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
Callous
I wake up, release tension, sleep, release tension.   Just want to sleep.
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
Addicted
There is no light without darkness. There is no peace without violence. We struck a chord, dissonance. Our bodies touched, fulfillment. There is no you without emotions. There is no me without silence........ You cut yourself trying to find, what lingers in this shutup mind.
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Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC
Dissonance
Inside her walls he finds comfort. A pink glow covers over the fight From the night before, where silverware sang, and children dare not speak.
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
Walls can talk
My body is broken, bleeding from how you accept me without fault. Sure I may lie and tear you to pieces, but you still desire to patch my wounds and lay beside me. There is nothing more painful and tragically beautiful than this.
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
I do not understand.
I thought for a while that I had been misread a long time, for I do not feel. I continue to hurt those around me, my skin does not peel. I suppose to some, to be known is the most beautiful feeling. I’m reeling! From the realization and dread, that perhaps all these years, I might have been dead.
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Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
What If