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Jun 2015
But how many days in this past year
have I cried over what you did to me?
How many nightmares have left me breathless,
grasping for a light, and for restful sleep?
Tell me, how many flashbacks have haunted my memory?
Do you even know the multitude of conflicts
that you forced upon me?
Do you realize the significance of your thoughtless actions?

I bet you don't.
But I sure as **** do.

Today is the one year anniversary of the day I was *****. I'm still living in ****.
Written by
     Dr zik and Mike lowe
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