I get caught up in the moment too often. I forget who I am and my own strength and who I'm around.
A light tap playfully on the side of the head for an inappropriate comment turns into a hard smack.
And in that moment I hate myself again and again.
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Polaroid
PoetryMoments of time captured through writing. {Cover made by @wreckclifford} WARNING: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE MAY OCCUR
