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You have stolen soo much of me before I was even told to cover my chest. You ripped my youth, my childhood right out of my soul, your excuse was the fact you couldn't keep your hands to yourself. I love how I find it in me to hate you and yet a part of me wants to protect you. Its dirt I can't seem to wash off no matter how many times I bathe. I write letters when words get to heavy on my chest.
Closing my eyes to feign ignorance despite being fully aware. To become completely null to your existence is something I pray every day I find my self lying in bed in the dark.
And every now and then, your name pops up, either through someone I knew or I hear someone say what you used to say. On such days I write letters of smite, to an address I never learnt. Letters stacked upon each other waiting to be taken by anyone willing to read them.
ns 15.158.61.54da2
