I used her as a numbing agent, to make me feel full.
We would get high, drunk, and forgetful.
Sometimes she would forget that I said no,
she really did love me though.
She would get high and would be so sweet.
She would get drunk and the world was to kiss her feet.
She forgot who I was and didn't mean to hurt me.
I should've known right then, that things would get ugly
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Inner Thoughts
Документальная проза"Inner Thoughts" is a collection of writings, derived from the many thoughts in my head. *****TRIGGER WARNING***** Contains mentions of sexual assault, depression, self harm, and suicidal thoughts
