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i feel like something is lost something that has no name no colour no smell i was shown my face today i had to hear what you did to me i had carried myself without crutches or aids i had trodden quietly where i could i feel an immense loss for the innocence you ***** the love you choked the gifts you broke if this is what i escaped, why do i feel like grief? i am cold here now i dont want to remember what you did but i cant escape it either the bloodlust in your eyes the ****** in your hands the physcial hurt you bestowed upon me i trusted you with my life and you throttled it untill it died i am stronger than then i hope i am stronger than then i think i am stronger than then please, god, let me be stronger than then why do i feel like something has died? when i have won by leaving your abuse? maybe, the death of my self-image the mask i thought had worked they saw through it all and they knew that you were drowning me and now they see how i am shining away from your shadow maybe, now i can have my watershed
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Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 8:09 AM UTC
grieving for shattered mirrors
i feel like something is lost something that has no name no colour no smell i was shown my face today i had to hear what you did to me i had carried myself without crutches or aids i had trodden quietly where i could i feel an immense loss for the innocence you ***** the love you choked the gifts you broke if this is what i escaped, why do i feel like grief? i am cold here now i dont want to remember what you did but i cant escape it either the bloodlust in your eyes the ****** in your hands the physcial hurt you bestowed upon me i trusted you with my life and you throttled it untill it died i am stronger than then i hope i am stronger than then i think i am stronger than then please, god, let me be stronger than then why do i feel like something has died? when i have won by leaving your abuse? maybe, the death of my self-image the mask i thought had worked they saw through it all and they knew that you were drowning me and now they see how i am shining away from your shadow maybe, now i can have my watershed
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adele-horn
South African
Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 8:09 AM UTC
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