To Write to An Abuser

To Write to An Abuser

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Random poetry I've come up with in order to process trauma, abuse, etc I've been through and let my feelings out. Some are more "personal", some are generic enough for others to relate to. But read at your own discretion. There's also a lot of bottled up aggression inside some of these lines, so apologies for potential hostility. *But I am not sorry to the people who have hurt me*. This is based on childhood trauma, mostly relationship or friendship trauma, etc. If you find you happen to relate to the abuser, that's your problem, not mine. There might also be specific rants about specific abusers, too. They'll be posted with (rant] in the title.
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