I can still hear the sound of my flesh burning
I can still feel it going right threw me
I can still smell itI remember that day vividly
There's not a day I don't rememberI'm constantly reminded of it
Every time I look at my right armIt's on the side
That burn markIt's a small patchy white spot now
But back then
It was a huge black hole
On my right arm.I didn't mean to be disobedient.
I didn't mean to annoy youBut did you have to do that to me?
Why?I am your child.
How could you hurt me like that?I was young.
How could I had known?You didn't have to do that.
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Self-Reflection
RandomBasically writing about the people in my life and how I feel. Writing about the stuff in my head and unspoken feelings. I just need to let it out.