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Rose-Tinted Vision
And in the beginning, I remember how your hand,
Had reached out to help me,
As you promised me that you would love me,
That you would care for me.
And those promises were not the only things broken,
When you used that same hand to hold me down, to use me, to hurt me;
And bruise my vunerability that I had given to you.
And you left my skin in a state that made my mum sob;
An...
Wednesday 30th March 2022 8:18 am
I'd smile
And I hate that when I find a lump under my skin,
How I hope that some stupid cells dividing too much,
Cause a fight that leaves me in a grave.
And how they'd still remember me a fighter as I smiled throughout the losing battle.
But I'm smiling because they will not blame me when I lose this one.
I've spent years apologising for things that I cannot control,
Because it is not can...
Tuesday 29th March 2022 4:58 pm
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