all I did was say my name
and they spent the next 5 years
taking every piece of me
and tearing it into shreds
reassembling me
into what they wanted
changing replacing rearranging
until my body was nothing
but a collection of their perspectives
and my voice was nothing
but an imitation of their thoughts
and my mind was nothing
but an echo of their words
- stutter
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Big F**king Mood: A New Narrative
Non-FictionA series of thoughts, questions, lists, rants, daydreams, and confessions. TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of depression, anxiety, bullying, and sexual harassment.
