Simple and stupid things from a stupid and simple person

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I can still feel the ghosts of your fingertips touching me. I can still hear the shutter of the camera and the sound of you breathing in my ear. I can still feel the emptiness  that you left me with. I can still taste the bile in my throat trying to rise up and my body trying to shut down. I can still smell your cologne and I can never get rid of any of these things because you decided that a child needed to have them permanently in her memory. you decided that I needed to forever be afraid and angry at the only friend I ever had as a child even though none of this was her fault, you decided to ruin so many lives and fuck over so many people from the start. you played God and made my future for me, you splayed out all of the descensions I would make from then on and you decided that one more fucked up child was the best decision.