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Disturbing isn't it? A disease? Awful skin irritation? No. This is the result of them. You know the type. The type who, when they don't get what they want, they take it. They force you to do unspeakable things. When you're too prideful and disobey, they consistently find a way to break you until you have no choice but to surrender to their ill will. I started writing poetry as an outlet for my anxiety and PTSD. The goal is that others who have experienced similar situations can also connect and feel this on a personal level. As if, they're not alone in the world, and someone understands what they have gone through. Please feel free to read and share in order to reach others who may be seeking relevance. I plan to add more on a daily basis as I have written quite a lot. Thank you!