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I feel so out of it
a session of remembering
a session of memories...
of hiding....
yes, we hid today....
no closets, ne bed, but we still hid
then there were the voices
screaming... yelling at me
needs, for self destruction
to cut... to harm... to add physical pain
to the emotional kind-
we cried today...
deep wrenching sobs that broke our
spirit-
and we called your name
but you werent listening....
that is our salvation....
the memories were of your touches
of the feelings of "love" and lust that
kept alive all those years....
and the pain...
your hands hurting
your mouth tasting, biting, yelling
and telling me you love me....
your grown-man's body on top of
the child...
what did I do wrong.....