When they hear that a voice tells me that I deserve pain and suffering, they imagine this demonic voice that degrades me.
In reality, the voice is sweet and soothing. It mutters sweet nothings and reminds me of just how horrible I am but that it's ok because the pain I suffer will make up for it.
They think this voice screams abuse at me and it does but only after its comforted me for weeks.
They think that I'd see a pattern but all I hear are it's apologies.
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night time poetry
Poetry*Poetry and quotes I come up with when I'm supposed to be asleep* Most are quite short so the last chapter will be all of them combined They will get better and most will be triggering I will update occasionally but I'm marking as complete Please v...
