These days
Dreams and Hell
Look the same to me
So I don't sleep.
Most days
I can't get the taste of him
Out of my mouth
So I don't eat.
Some days
I can't remember
How to say no
So I don't speak.
But I'm tired
And I'm hungry
And I'm starting to forget the
Sound of my voice
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Letter To My Past Self
No FicciónThese are several short stories about my life. There are several triggers such as rape and PTSD.
