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Nov 2014
If I disappeared;
just gave up,
would a sole notice
my life had stopped?

Maybe entangled,
they would stay;
their eyes locked,
keys thrown away.

Would they remember the loneliness
that possessed my being,
or would they remember the lies
I allowed them to believe?
2020: “Your ***** is God” just came on and it was perfect timing.
Also I did disappear—from a terrible life in a terrible “not a cult” and yeah..nobody really noticed. Good. Because I don’t even recognize this person anymore. So glad she’s not me.
Rebekah Wilson
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Rebekah Wilson  27/F
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