trust issues (the interlude)
(07/29/19)
12:56pm
you told me you’d take care of me
and you did
but, you held me in a weird position, and my arm broke.
Now i can’t walk.
because i have low p a i n tolerance
but i could still function with him.
he brought somuch pain,
i tolerated the bad,
and questioned the good.
i question intentions.
but i’m not looking for love though i dream about it.
“Hurting people, hurt people.”
Right on
right.
on.
commere and take your medicine.
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