When I think about it, I realize I haven't come that far since then.
I'm still angry, I'm still afraid
but mostly I'm still that same little girl
who didn't have a choice.
My years are written on my body but I think
the deeper scars are the ones under the surface
I trusted you you asshole
but you didn't care, you never did
you were hurting me but
eventually I stopped crying, eventually
I stopped feeling
and I haven't felt since.
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