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“Treat her better, boy If having her at your side’s something you enjoy If having her in your life’s really so important to you now”
Shh
I remained silent, and a lot of what happened to me will always remain silent. To this day I am affected by the impact that this had on my youth. I am 20 and I try to live the life I should have, with bliss. I won’t forget what I went through, I’m traumatized. I often times reject the feeling and only think I’m thinking too much. But it was real, it happened and here I am 4 years later telling you all.
Women stay silent about their abuse because they don’t want to be reminded.
I don’t want to be reminded.
My Neighbor Totoro
I’m back
and although no one knows where I am. I’m here.
Taken advantage
My memory is poor. Never funded. All I have to hold onto is trust. Am I so vulnerable to give someone my trust. What more can I fight against. Anything that has happened in the past few months will soon be forgotten. I will not remember, but someone will. Someone will remind me of forgotten times. But is their memory any better? It’s 1 against none, me against them, so then i’m reminded by an alternative memory. It’s anyone’s ability to paint my life the way they would want me to see it.
portlandia gets me every time