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and i hope for the child who is no longer a child who is now older than her abuser to mourn the child inside her that doesn’t stop crying for salvation to no longer feel his touch through each hand to explore her body to feel clean when she scrubs her skin til it’s raw to put down the blade before it opens her up to so much more i think about her when i bleed though i don’t bleed for the same reasons now
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Aug 15, 2024
Aug 15, 2024 at 4:20 AM UTC
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and i hope for the child who is no longer a child who is now older than her abuser to mourn the child inside her that doesn’t stop crying for salvation to no longer feel his touch through each hand to explore her body to feel clean when she scrubs her skin til it’s raw to put down the blade before it opens her up to so much more i think about her when i bleed though i don’t bleed for the same reasons now
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Aug 15, 2024
Aug 15, 2024 at 4:20 AM UTC
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