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Jun 2018
i live in the past as if its home
it is disgusting
it causes me pain because
every corner
or room
the backyard
another memory creeps up
and im pathetic
it makes me uncapable
unlovable
uncomfortable
i remember each
sound
touch
voice
reminds me of each
person screaming
****** assault
malicious predator
i live in the past as if im stuck there
and i am
Belle
Written by
Belle  23/F/Boston, MA
(23/F/Boston, MA)   
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     Anna-Marie Rose and JL Smith
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