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reeceith · 2 years
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Here’s a little poem I wrote about being a SA survivor
I Hate
I hate how you made it seem normal
I hate how I used to think that
I was lucky
I could’ve had it worse
I was young
I didn’t know what was happening
I didn’t know that it was wrong
I hate that I know now
I hate how my
“Bad days”
Are replaying what you did to me
Over and
Over and
Over
I hate how I planned out a
Medusa tattoo
Because of what you did
When I was seven
I hate how it’s been ten years
And I still can’t get
Over
It
I hate how we share the same
Blood
But what I hate the most
Is how I don’t hate You
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reeceith · 2 years
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⚠️TW⚠️ MENTIONS SELF HARM
Here’s a little snipbit of this week’s poem. It’s not done yet but I wanted to showcase these lines to show that you’re not alone.
And when the voices
Get so loud that
I can’t even find
My own
I cut a little deeper
A little harder
And then I can finally
Breathe
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reeceith · 2 years
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Okay but like….what about a klance Witcher au?
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reeceith · 2 years
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An excerpt from this week’s poem:
I accepted the abuse
Never physical though
Those can be
Covered up
Those scars heal,
I know because
I’ve made them on
Myself
Between my thighs.
For you.
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reeceith · 2 years
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⚠️TW⚠️ MENTIONS SELF HARM
Here’s a little snipbit of this week’s poem. It’s not done yet but I wanted to showcase these lines to show that you’re not alone.
And when the voices
Get so loud that
I can’t even find
My own
I cut a little deeper
A little harder
And then I can finally
Breathe
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reeceith · 2 years
Text
An excerpt from this week’s poem:
I accepted the abuse
Never physical though
Those can be
Covered up
Those scars heal,
I know because
I’ve made them on
Myself
Between my thighs.
For you.
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