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Housekeeping   I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with closets. On one hand it’s been a safe spot wasn’t it?  A haven to escape to when I was afraid,
I was eight when I realized the truth and the harm; I saw it on my teacher’s face; the pity and alarm.   They examined my body, outraged by the marks. Calling social services, warning them of my matriarch.  
I am survivor  But I don’t believe that She took all that was good out of me They all tell me 
Lies you told me you hated them While in the same sentence telling me you love me. Saying sweet little words All to get my clothes off
I was unaware of your tricks and schemes from the beginning, but now I am more talented than Orpheus himself. You see, I watched you lure many girls towards you,
 Because you love me… 
Turning eighteen and running away is how I "glowed up" and that's sad to say. Trying to act grown, I moved four hours away. To be hurt by a man and that was not okay.
golden skies teary eyes.  pink face blood in her lace.  mascara drips down to her lips when he grabs her hips.   
Change has always been hard for me Never has it been easier then sleeping at a stranger's house, after sneaking in , because my home life wasnt the best I have never seen a guy look at me the way you do
“You just aren’t a fun person.” The words slice clean through me, Like a sharpened pocket knife, Carving ugly words on the walls.   “Well it’s your fault, you have self-esteem issues.”
“Let's see how long it takes till you come back.” Those were your last word to me as I moved out, as I went back and forth one box at a time. Alone  
you
you think i dont love you. i dont dont dont because im mean. you dont know that i do. i really do but i cant tell you. i already tried to love you but that didnt work. you told me i was only upset because of my stupid teenager brain.
you
you think i dont love you. i dont dont dont because im mean. you dont know that i do. i really do but i cant tell you. i already tried to love you but that didnt work. you told me i was only upset because of my stupid teenager brain.
Have you always wanted to be a puppeteer? Did you tell mommy, Mommy I want to control women when I’m a big boy! I hear the sound of your cheeks stretching to smile.
I am not worth your time, Not worth your love Your affection Your effort Your praise Your care  
The salt running down your face shouldn’t be there. The warm then cold wetness shining your cheeks. The trail of liquid behind as you feel your heart break a little inside.
If fire were romance and romance were red If love were a bullet and the bullet were lead Would fire be freeing  Would love leave me bleeding
When you’re young, we’re told to respect and listen to other The “treat others how you want to be treated” Left alone in my room I sat staring at the wall
Do not blame me, NO. You chose to fill her body While you emptied mine.  
Thirteen is the first year of your teenager life Thirteen I came out to my parents as bisexual They said they would not believe me until I was eighteen  Being bisexual is a phase they said.
Dear Fear, I know this won't reach you but I'm writing this letter as a means to an end   Once upon a time I loved you dearly
The definition of fear is subjective but usually can be followed along simmilar lines Like a huge graph where everyone's lines cross with eachother through to infinity But not all fear is the same
I can't stop thinking about you Now don't go and flatter yourself I don't miss you I don't miss what we "had" I don't miss it at all
I fear that you won't see me nor feel me I'm too unsure if you even need me I know that part of me is undeserving, but how can I be with you if you're not trying I lose sight of what love is and how it should feel
  3- the years of my life I spent wishing I could forget him 2- the years I’ve been in a relationship recovering 1- the number of men it took to ruin my life.  
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