and I remembered how I screamed, how I begged, how I cried,
feeling i had already lost, before anything begun
and he fucked me, teardrops rolling into my ears
- it was rape
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YOU ARE READING
how to stay
Poetry*TRIGGER WARNING* really just me finding out how to not want to die; but i can call this a collection of poetry that encompasses the struggle of healing, the setbacks and relentlessness of depression and several other mental illnesses. love always.
