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Everyday I watch, my eyes filled with silent horror. I watch myself become smaller and smaller. All by your hands. I beg, to be heard, to be understood. To be treated kindly. I beg, for you to see the hurt, the destruction written all over my face. I beg for you to love me, to keep me safe, to protect me. And everyday, things don't change. And I beg for help from my new position, closer to the edge.
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Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
How Close is Too Close?
Everyday I watch, my eyes filled with silent horror. I watch myself become smaller and smaller. All by your hands. I beg, to be heard, to be understood. To be treated kindly. I beg, for you to see the hurt, the destruction written all over my face. I beg for you to love me, to keep me safe, to protect me. And everyday, things don't change. And I beg for help from my new position, closer to the edge.
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Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
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