i can still hear you whispering in my ear-
raspy and deep because you smoke two packs of marlboros
every day.
when i come to visit home,
you still look at me like you're scared.
i think it's because you know the power that i hold.
you know that i have had every chance
to tell these people what you did to me-
and i chose not to
not for you
for me.
Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 1:47 AM UTC
i can still hear you whispering in my ear-
raspy and deep because you smoke two packs of marlboros
every day.
when i come to visit home,
you still look at me like you're scared.
i think it's because you know the power that i hold.
you know that i have had every chance
to tell these people what you did to me-
and i chose not to
not for you
for me.
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