Still so surreal.
The events that led up to the damage that destroyed so much and at so many levels.
Still i wish not to think.
I wish not to feel.
I wish not to speak of these horrible ordeals.
For now i will just heal one day at a time.
For this hurt is one of kind.
You got me good.
You got me dirty.
You got me for the decoy .
When you are ready to be honest with yourself.
I know its hard and being that you can not be
Its not fair to me
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