I don’t know which one of you I dreamt of last night. Two nights in a row the faces blur as my psyche screams me to wakefulness. Too many. Too many of you.
I must close the doors somehow and not let you in again. Drink, sex, pain – everything you did to me has become my only release and escape. How mordant. And I am trapped. My anger is the cage and inside it fear stares back.
My rage has not gone away. It needs an ending. And you haven’t fucking ended at all. But you will.
Time catches us all.
Scum.
I will never not remember you.
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