By me
Was it real?
Was the feeling of you hands even real?
Was it just a memory created by my broken 11 year old self?
my innocent self that was so scared that it would even happen.
Who knows.
I remember but I don't.
I don't know what to think
The memory almost in my grasp then it slips away again.
The doubt never fails to sweep through me and create such confusion.
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poems and rants
Poetrypretty much rants and poems by me. thanks for reading!! (it gets better the later the book goes lol) TW: ED, SH, SI, depression, anxiety and other things please don't read if triggered by these things.
