My Writings ~

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I thought the way
he drained me of my identity
and injected self doubt into my veins
was the worst of it.
The way he left me questioning my own sanity. Left me walking around aimlessly
at war with my own body.
I attempted to scrub his heavy words from off my skin.
My mental state
shaken to its very core.
I don't even know who I was anymore.
Even now I find myself grasping for air, realizing he's no longer apart
of what used to be my living nightmare.
His finger tips never touched my skin,
but his language pierced my soul.
These are moments that mark your life, moments when you realize
that nothing will be the same.