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Me and Myself

Me and Myself

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Is it bad that I lose everything that I love? Is it bad that I hurt so bad that I cry every night? Is it bad that I'm scared to trust anyone? Is it bad that I have a hard time believing people? Is it bad that I just don't want to try to be happy anymore? Is it bad that I want to be numb? Is it bad that I can't feel good because if I don't feel sad I don't feel sane, or I can't feel anything else? Is it bad that I cry and can't stop the tears from falling? Is it bad that I have been lied to by the people I trusted? Is it bad that I don't want to live anymore? Will I ever be able to answer these questions?
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"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

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