Hello bello readers today I am going to write about the most negative thing that happen to us in our lives that is our trauma a time where we did not know how to go on in life we didn't know what to react and yes once again this is going to be in form of poetry: I WANTED TO SAY SO MUCH BUT WORD WERE LESS PAINFUL DAYS NIGHTS WERE RESTLESS WAS IT ALL MY MISTAKE ? OR YOU JUST HAD A DIFFERENT TAKE I AM UNSURE OF MY RIGHT AND WRONG CUES BUT YOURS WERE PRETTY CLEAR AND THAT LED ME TO THE WORLD OF BLUES I DON'T REMEMBER EXACTLY ALL THE FACT BUT YOUR VENOMOUS ACT IS THERE IN MY HEAD INTACT DEVOID OF SUPPORT LIVED LIKE A ROBOT EXPECTING SOMEONE TO RESCUE ME NOT FROM ANYTHING ELSE BUT ME SILENCE WAS KILLING ME VIOLENCE TOOK PLACE WILLINGLY
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