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Rose-Tinted Vision
And in the beginning, I remember how your hand,
Had reached out to help me,
As you promised me that you would love me,
That you would care for me.
And those promises were not the only things broken,
When you used that same hand to hold me down, to use me, to hurt me;
And bruise my vunerability that I had given to you.
And you left my skin in a state that made my mum sob;
An...
Wednesday 30th March 2022 8:18 am
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