It's been a good two months at least
And I still can't get the feeling of his disgusting hands on my skin
I can't get the feeling of his tongue on mine
It fucking disgusts me
And it terrifies me
That one day he'll come back to find me
That he'll come and want more.
I hate how he has pictures of me
I hate how he got my friends involved
I hate everything right now
I wish I could cry
I wish I could sleep
I wish I could forget
But I can't.
Everyone's done a good job of reminding me of him.
Why did it have to be me?
I don't like this trauma.
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Sad Quotes
RandomSome sad stories and quotes I wrote, and some from online users. I honestly didn't think that these chapters would mean so much to me, but when I re read all of these, they bring me back to the times I wrote this all. --- #1 in Trauma © 2016
