| the moment paused and tensed on brittle breath
as my truth curled in upon itself, sought protection from abuse even as i whimpered �No� (perhaps some things are better left unsaid) for Truth can be so changed when it falls to words of selfish anger, when everything that i exposed is used to tear each rib apart and destroy my heartbeat with sick murmurs of self doubt and memories still vomiting the aftermath of �Then� (yes, perhaps some things are better left unsaid) |
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