Tag: abuse
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Homage to M, wherever you may find yourself in the world
You know who you are and you know what you did. How was that going to play out in real life? Or was that actually, exactly what it was? Play. A fun toy to be discarded, after a single use. You know who you were and you know what you did. Flat-packed roses. The most…
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I lied
when I said that I didn’t love you. The back of my throat raw and salty with tears. I lied when I said that it didn’t matter and that I could forgive you. Mother Theresa I am not. I lied when they asked me why I was wearing a neck scarf on a hot summer’s…