the worst things that have been conveyed to me
happened without a single word
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the most harmful things that moulded me
slithered into me through long-lasting subtlety
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I blanketed the ground around you with eggshells
a red-flagged cemetery
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I taught myself how to appear absent
I expected him to not harass the dead
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a key gave me the power to protect myself
*
your breath crawling through the cracks
apologising with your fists clenched
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nothing good would happen
when you got off the couch
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invisible wounds are easy to gaslight
and talk into oblivion
Croque-Melpomene 