It's funny how.. One can get so used to something they long for it once it's gone..
The pain I give myself makes up for the pain you gave to me. I long for the abuse that gave me comfort befor I sleep. You're in my dreams in nightmares that haunt me. But some part of me wants you to be here.. Maybe not for the pain.. But the some part of me that misses you deeply.
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MindFulMess .5 (Growing up Series)
PoetryForget Mindfulness My mind Is A Mess Growing Up Book Series's .5
