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3am and abruptly, I'm awoken By yet another flashback Accompanied by a throbbing headache Reminding me I'm broken But that's nothing but a bed of roses Compared to the knives I had to endure with him Two, four, six, not even ten Pills of acetaminophen Put me back to sleep In my agony I lay back Struggling not to relive the experience But again I feel hands that creep And explore my unwilling body Ripping me of my wings Leaving me all ****** My heart's pounding My body's burning Oh God! Does this ever end? I guess not Maybe its true trauma lasts forever Because it's been 12 months And it's been haunting me ever since
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Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 11:55 AM UTC
The Me He Created
3am and abruptly, I'm awoken By yet another flashback Accompanied by a throbbing headache Reminding me I'm broken But that's nothing but a bed of roses Compared to the knives I had to endure with him Two, four, six, not even ten Pills of acetaminophen Put me back to sleep In my agony I lay back Struggling not to relive the experience But again I feel hands that creep And explore my unwilling body Ripping me of my wings Leaving me all ****** My heart's pounding My body's burning Oh God! Does this ever end? I guess not Maybe its true trauma lasts forever Because it's been 12 months And it's been haunting me ever since
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Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 11:55 AM UTC
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