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You said you'd never hurt me and for a while, I was okay. I wasn't good, I wasn't bad. I was alive and that's all I needed. But now, I'm hurting. I realize that sometimes repression isn't always my best skill because our memory is the cruelest skill God has given us. I remember the pain, the feeling of not enough oxygen, the tightness in my chest, the bloodshot eyes. I remember. I'm scared he'll do that to me too. I'm scared to be alone, but I'm scared to drive him away. I drove you away. You said you'd never hurt me. You never said you wouldn't hurt my mind.
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Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
Wrecking Ball
You said you'd never hurt me and for a while, I was okay. I wasn't good, I wasn't bad. I was alive and that's all I needed. But now, I'm hurting. I realize that sometimes repression isn't always my best skill because our memory is the cruelest skill God has given us. I remember the pain, the feeling of not enough oxygen, the tightness in my chest, the bloodshot eyes. I remember. I'm scared he'll do that to me too. I'm scared to be alone, but I'm scared to drive him away. I drove you away. You said you'd never hurt me. You never said you wouldn't hurt my mind.
gabby-paige
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Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
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