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Jan 31
Please don't tell him when I die
It will be too much to handle

We have had the same questions
But he won't get the answers

Please don't tell him when I die
He will think it's his fault

Like I'm his lone snail
And he is my salt

Though his actions were cruel
And rough to the touch

I care most for his wellbeing
I am not asking too much

Please don't tell him when I die
It is the secret to keep

You can take it to my grave
So I know he won't weep
a poem about about a former best friend who sexually assaulted me. This is about continuing to put their needs above your own when they never did the same. Also this was a very long time ago, I have since healed and moved on. I am not suicidal so please do not report.
Written by
katie  20/F/nashville
     Napolis, Eric and Perry
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