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 Oct 2019 eccedentesiast
Vic
I won't ask,
I already know.
I love to talk to you,
But not about this trauma though.
A poem every day.
08-10-19
I look in the mirror,
darkness swirls around my head,
It's like a swarm of flies,
I wish I could just die...
I am not the result of the past
I am not the result of the abuse
But
I am the result of the future
And I am the result of who I pretend to be.
And everything
Had happened
The way they promised
It wouldn’t.
 Oct 2019 eccedentesiast
Ruheen
Why?
There's nothing good about it.
I say that to everyone. Literally every day.
I am not a morning person.
you saturate my darkest nights
with all the colors that lay in your eyes
you told me you loved me a thousand times
you didn't say it with you voice
you said it with your eyes
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