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14/GF im tired and stressed and I am perhaps depressed
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When the one below hurts a queen Why, when she fights back, it is mean? When the world so CRUEL, learns to bite searching for every ounce of spite. Her voice so loud compared to the whispers she had to tolerate, little ****** forming boundless hate. Years and years of keeping still. One wrong move and it will spill. Tears and blood, maybe a throw of violence seems to break their sense of "rightness." Throw her away, for one mistake. tell me why they sent me away.
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May 1
May 1, 2026 at 8:32 AM UTC
tell me
When the one below hurts a queen Why, when she fights back, it is mean? When the world so CRUEL, learns to bite searching for every ounce of spite. Her voice so loud compared to the whispers she had to tolerate, little ****** forming boundless hate. Years and years of keeping still. One wrong move and it will spill. Tears and blood, maybe a throw of violence seems to break their sense of "rightness." Throw her away, for one mistake. tell me why they sent me away.
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When I told you no And you pushed anyway Ripping of claws through flesh and blood. Blood. You only stopped when I leaked blood. Days and days Weeks you never said a word to me after I wanted to die. To stop feeling nothing It broke me Andrew. You do not understand my mercy. I could **** your dreams with the same dagger you ripped my heart out with. It would be so easy. So quick to tell an adult who won’t tolerate you the way I did. and wow. you’d be gone. My mother wants you gone, as does my father. Your father doesn’t understand what you’ve done. I have no clue what fable of lies you told to him was. Maybe, how I “came onto you” when all I wanted was to be held in an embrace of security Or how I “pushed” WHEN YOU WERE THE ONE TO TOUCH ME, YOU SICK ******* I can’t explain or show to you how much it hurts because nobody I mean Nobody Will really understand it all. God knows they tried. But they’re tired of me bringing it up Searching for a solution they don’t have. God knows your regret. I hope. Because I sure as hell won't forgive or forget. We have a festival in two days. My stomach churns at the thought of being on a bus with you again. pain pain pain pain why did you do this to me why didn’t i stop you why did you break me what is wrong with you i still feel it all the marks the pain the memories how i tried for so very long to get you to love me, and you did for a week. i loved you for five years. you loved me for none. not the real me, at least. I am not a saint I am not a god I am me. pain pain pain It hurts you hurt I cannot even look at you. not without regret or lingering love. I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you. I left so I could love myself. touch. a fickle thing. something I no longer want. I want to be held by someone who never hurt me the way you did. Is that too much to ask? pages. at least 113 letters were given to you of my love and volition the last w a s n o t It declared my pain and sorrow YOU IGNORED THEM ALL. AGAIN AND AGAIN I ASKED DO YOU LOVE ME? You would say yes. YOU DID NOT. tell me now, you wretched, disgusting man. did you love her ? I hope you had fun while it lasted cause you’ll never get that chance again Your mind won’t let you. i dont want to let you break me you have doesn’t mean i didn’t fight back. Everything you gave me that I could hold through a night Is gone The voices of you remain now i hate touch in all ways shapes and forms. My parents are hurt by this My dad Unlikely as it is, Understands me more than my mother. I’m just too scared of boys trapped in a mans body to ask.
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Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 4:10 PM UTC
no.
When I told you no And you pushed anyway Ripping of claws through flesh and blood. Blood. You only stopped when I leaked blood. Days and days Weeks you never said a word to me after I wanted to die. To stop feeling nothing It broke me Andrew. You do not understand my mercy. I could **** your dreams with the same dagger you ripped my heart out with. It would be so easy. So quick to tell an adult who won’t tolerate you the way I did. and wow. you’d be gone. My mother wants you gone, as does my father. Your father doesn’t understand what you’ve done. I have no clue what fable of lies you told to him was. Maybe, how I “came onto you” when all I wanted was to be held in an embrace of security Or how I “pushed” WHEN YOU WERE THE ONE TO TOUCH ME, YOU SICK ******* I can’t explain or show to you how much it hurts because nobody I mean Nobody Will really understand it all. God knows they tried. But they’re tired of me bringing it up Searching for a solution they don’t have. God knows your regret. I hope. Because I sure as hell won't forgive or forget. We have a festival in two days. My stomach churns at the thought of being on a bus with you again. pain pain pain pain why did you do this to me why didn’t i stop you why did you break me what is wrong with you i still feel it all the marks the pain the memories how i tried for so very long to get you to love me, and you did for a week. i loved you for five years. you loved me for none. not the real me, at least. I am not a saint I am not a god I am me. pain pain pain It hurts you hurt I cannot even look at you. not without regret or lingering love. I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you. I left so I could love myself. touch. a fickle thing. something I no longer want. I want to be held by someone who never hurt me the way you did. Is that too much to ask? pages. at least 113 letters were given to you of my love and volition the last w a s n o t It declared my pain and sorrow YOU IGNORED THEM ALL. AGAIN AND AGAIN I ASKED DO YOU LOVE ME? You would say yes. YOU DID NOT. tell me now, you wretched, disgusting man. did you love her ? I hope you had fun while it lasted cause you’ll never get that chance again Your mind won’t let you. i dont want to let you break me you have doesn’t mean i didn’t fight back. Everything you gave me that I could hold through a night Is gone The voices of you remain now i hate touch in all ways shapes and forms. My parents are hurt by this My dad Unlikely as it is, Understands me more than my mother. I’m just too scared of boys trapped in a mans body to ask.
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