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i can no longer distinguish pain from pleasure; abuse from affection; contusions from caresses. embraces could be delivered in tightly-clenched fists; words of affirmation in abasement; trust in forced hands. i can't tell the difference between love and hurt; dark bruises and soft kisses; belittlement and support. all i am familiar with now is the aftermath - the tears, the marks, the aches; hot showers soothing stinging skin, shaky knees and trembling hands; the nauseating guilt; encapsulating, overwhelming fear and the sickening inability to just walk away.
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Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC
27.06.2016
i can no longer distinguish pain from pleasure; abuse from affection; contusions from caresses. embraces could be delivered in tightly-clenched fists; words of affirmation in abasement; trust in forced hands. i can't tell the difference between love and hurt; dark bruises and soft kisses; belittlement and support. all i am familiar with now is the aftermath - the tears, the marks, the aches; hot showers soothing stinging skin, shaky knees and trembling hands; the nauseating guilt; encapsulating, overwhelming fear and the sickening inability to just walk away.
for every physical, emotional, and ****** abuse survivor out there. you are so, so strong.
plutonic
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Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC
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