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Please don't tell him when I die It will be too much to handle We have had the same questions But he won't get the answers Please don't tell him when I die He will think it's his fault Like I'm his lone snail And he is my salt Though his actions were cruel And rough to the touch I care most for his wellbeing I am not asking too much Please don't tell him when I die It is the secret to keep You can take it to my grave So I know he won't weep
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC
please don't tell him
Please don't tell him when I die It will be too much to handle We have had the same questions But he won't get the answers Please don't tell him when I die He will think it's his fault Like I'm his lone snail And he is my salt Though his actions were cruel And rough to the touch I care most for his wellbeing I am not asking too much Please don't tell him when I die It is the secret to keep You can take it to my grave So I know he won't weep
a poem about about a former best friend who sexually assaulted me. This is about continuing to put their needs above your own when they never did the same. Also this was a very long time ago, I have since healed and moved on. I am not suicidal so please do not report.
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20/F/nashville
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC
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