Beggar
Six Years Ago
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I NEVER BELIEVED IN goodness, I stopped believing in peoples bullshit because I knew better, I learned all my lessons in the worse possible way.
Yet, why did I trust him?
Why did I think he was different.
He is different, yeah really f****d up different, that is for sure.
So different I'm in this ditch with a dislocated shoulder or maybe it's broken.
My ribs on my left side under my n***d bruised breast presses underneath the tissue of my skin.
I am having trouble breathing. but I am too weak to care, too frail to do anything right now.
I can't cry, I have no scream left in my vocal cords.
My voice is f****d.
It's gone.
Nightmares haunt me, even in the day, it's like I am now living in hell.
Why don't I just die, it will be the same thing.
Yeah
