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581 · Jul 2020
His name was Jake.
Harold Brinkley Jul 2020
I know this place, I remember shivering on my knees in darkness, The kind of darkness that consumes, An abyss. You promised that you wouldn't let go of my hand, you promised that if you got lost, at least we'd be lost together. You broke your promise but I hope you found peace.
Harold Brinkley Jul 2020
You were gone, in jail, and she was checked out. So nobody was there to ask questions about why I needed to wash his back in the shower, or why he always made me sleep in the same bed as him. The secret is out now though. I never wanted to say anything, I promise. He ***** me. I was angry, and I told you, and now they all know, and the worst part is nobody believed me.

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