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Silence

May 18
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A sombre, monochromatic depiction of an individual facing away, capturing a moment of introspection and solitude.
A sombre, monochromatic depiction of an individual facing away, capturing a moment of introspection and solitude.

It was him

Him who tore me apart before I had a chance to take a breath

Him who stole pieces of me and kept them for himself

Him who haunts me to this day


He doesn’t deserve to be in my memories

I wish all those thoughts would disappear 

He was ruthless, vile

A monster who took away my innocence and youth


Sometimes when I sleep, I still feel him next to me

His breath lingers on my neck

I still see that window in my mind -

The window I stared at until it was over

Hoping. Praying

That it would never happen again


My mind did not know how much hurt it had endured

Even his death could not erase the pain

No matter how hard I tried to wash away what he did to me

How hard I tried to wash him off me

It remained

He remained


He silenced my voice

He silenced my confidence

He silenced my trust

But he never silenced my ability to survive


I wonder -

Am I the only person his presence lingers on?

Was I the only person he ripped apart?

I hope so


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