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The outskirts of my truth.

by reenadaisy

My body is a crime scene from a case that’s never been open because it’s a hell to relive the agony while allowing the truth to seep from between my shaking lips and chattering teeth to a group of ears that will accuse me of lying in my most vulnerable form.

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28 / F

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Mar 31, 2019

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Notes: A run-on sentence for my run-on trauma.
Tags: #pain #me #too #speak #depression #trauma

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