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May 2014
I still remember the glance of your eyes, filled with hate, covered in lies.
I still remember the touch of your hands, a single touch that i'll always despise.
I still remember the look on your face, every humiliation, every spanking, every mark in my body that I'll never erase.
I still remember every single word you said, after all this years they still spin in my head.
I still remember every tear you shed, for every ****** up guy that laid on your bed.
I still remember the harsh tone on your voice when you said "If you leave, never come back, that's your choice".
I still remember all that fear, from the nights you came home smelling at beer.
I still remember the pain in my bones, when you said "You'll never be good enough, you'll never be loved", it sinked inside me like stones.
I still remember the love in my heart, I was full of that until you broke me apart.
I still remember every time I had with you, your cruel words, everything you put me through.
I still remember our cold goodbye, I slammed the door on your face, I felt like dying inside but never looked back.
So tell me now, does it hurt you when you think that you were the first one that made my heart shrink?
Does it hit you at night? I am your daughter, what gave you the right?
Do you even remember me? All the nights I spent by your side, I wiped your tears when you cried, I wanted to make you proud, I tried, but all I got was the love you denied.
Now I can only feel hate, for all the darkness inside of me that you were able to create.
Was that right? Make both of your sons associate your name to fright? I hope you have troubles sleeping at night, I hope you choke in all your spite.
The first time I wrote about the woman who gave birth to me.
Mariana Seabra
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Mariana Seabra  25/Gender Fluid/Porto
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