So many words to say but it's as if i cannot speak at all. Its been a year and the memories still haunt me, words of which i believed i escaped, feelings i thought one had lost. For once i trusted that those memories were all gone, for once her words didn't infect my mind. This is my curse, one i bare alone. No one tells you what its like to hate an old fp, no one tells you that the words they once spoke that meant so much would still stay. How naive of me to trust that those words were gone, for yet his name is still ghosted from other peoples lips. I feel a violent urge tug every time we hear those words. I feel a grip on control slipping and letting go. How could i have known? Who ever does know? Crimes of which i can never forgive, words of which i may never forget.-cherry valentine 🪡
(10/25/22)
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Nymphet
PoetryThe tragic story of an innocent girl losing all that made her innocent. 。includes vents +poems ,, mentions of grooming, gaslighting, manipulation, heartbreak, mentions of sh/ed n more *this is based from things that happened to me,, its not somethin...