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i learned it before the subtlety of time meant me to i don’t know who it was who planted the seed but i was a baby acting like i was grown in a world of forced skin you were the catalyst the cure for the summer heat much to the chagrin of the other counselors if you google “how to spot grooming behavior” it was you to a tee but i don’t think you knew how bad it was and neither did i, till i applied your tactics a hundred times. it made me the devil the charred tongue of death and i broke so many people to dust before i knew what dust was- i am only now realizing that i thought love was the tightening of grip forced respect from older boys who thought God was a scam (you were the scam who followed me home weeknights and tagged along on dates, you disgusting **** you should have known better) at age thirteen sometimes respect is ignored when you get it from high school boys (sometimes he pops up again asking me how i‘ve been and i don’t talk because how do you tell them that you had to start again from where they ****** you over?)
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May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 12:37 AM UTC
kehnuhdee
i learned it before the subtlety of time meant me to i don’t know who it was who planted the seed but i was a baby acting like i was grown in a world of forced skin you were the catalyst the cure for the summer heat much to the chagrin of the other counselors if you google “how to spot grooming behavior” it was you to a tee but i don’t think you knew how bad it was and neither did i, till i applied your tactics a hundred times. it made me the devil the charred tongue of death and i broke so many people to dust before i knew what dust was- i am only now realizing that i thought love was the tightening of grip forced respect from older boys who thought God was a scam (you were the scam who followed me home weeknights and tagged along on dates, you disgusting **** you should have known better) at age thirteen sometimes respect is ignored when you get it from high school boys (sometimes he pops up again asking me how i‘ve been and i don’t talk because how do you tell them that you had to start again from where they ****** you over?)
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May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 12:37 AM UTC
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