written: july 11, 2019 (day 2)
it used to be a comfort to me,
knowing that memories will never disappear.
that even when the people are gone,
the memories will stay.but now,
i want nothing more
than to pour acid on my brain
and burn away the memory of him,of that,
of it all.-ISAIDNO

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it hurts until it doesn't
Poetrya collection of poetry the start of the story: 7•09•2019 published 7•09•2020 trigger warning: rape