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the words cling to my teeth hold on to my tongue never letting go, never letting me go. the words that would set me free and lock you up behind bars, rotting the way you deserve to. but these are the words I could never utter aloud to anyone who would listen. I could never tell my mother I was drinking that night alone with older boys that I accepted the drugs he handed to me, seemingly so kind. I could never let my father hear how he touched me, how a man so much older took my clothes from my body and touched me in a way no one gets to touch me. and so the words sit inside me choking me slowly gripping my thoughts filling my mind with swarming bees and my mouth with blood the metallic taste of what he did to me. I could never tell anyone who would listen anyone who could help I can never tell I will never tell I will never say the words.
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Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC
words
the words cling to my teeth hold on to my tongue never letting go, never letting me go. the words that would set me free and lock you up behind bars, rotting the way you deserve to. but these are the words I could never utter aloud to anyone who would listen. I could never tell my mother I was drinking that night alone with older boys that I accepted the drugs he handed to me, seemingly so kind. I could never let my father hear how he touched me, how a man so much older took my clothes from my body and touched me in a way no one gets to touch me. and so the words sit inside me choking me slowly gripping my thoughts filling my mind with swarming bees and my mouth with blood the metallic taste of what he did to me. I could never tell anyone who would listen anyone who could help I can never tell I will never tell I will never say the words.
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Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC
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