it was something that i couldn't talk about...
where moments when i thought about it made me sick and ill...
i thought that if i ignored it long enough, it would just disappear... but it didn't
lingering over my head waiting for moments like now to hit me with the feelings of hatred, dirtiness and disgust...
making me ache...
you knew i hid something...
and somehow i couldn't keep that from you...
i don't want sympathy or words to inspire...
i just thank you for listening...
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