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I washis first girlfriend,but not his first relationship.He liked men too,and I was no one to judge,a closeted bisexual myself.But my skin prickled at..
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but I wasHappy then,skipping home when I wasout of his sight,my ballet heart dancingwith the excitement ofwhat I thought was love.I’m nota good ..
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it started offas a stupid joke,a degrading, mindless joke.My chest would stumbleeach time he coveredhis bite with a giggle.But that tiny prickling noi..
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on my birthdayI had thought todaywould mean I was free from watching my body float upstream from watching my blood swim down the drain from smiling an..
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he saidLive, you make me want to be a better person,to admit when I’ve done something wrong,to learn to not be selfish,to be someone different.B..
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stupidI should have ended it there,but I was desperate to hold ontosomeone I thought that loved me.Butterflies and frilly thoughts,flowers raining acr..
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at this homely prisonAs my twin and I made itto the side street our housesat on, over the front porchwhere a few of my belongingsnow sat, where the ba..
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voices in my headwhispering that If I make any cuts,it’s back to an institution.You’re not part of the familyif you go back,my older broth..
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if I was goingto break, it had to be hidden,easily, by clothing;behind the ear like poison ivy,or the top of my feet, worn like socks;my ankles like j..
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leaving the bathroomI heard the bell ring as loud as a gongas he ripped into me, angry gnashing teethabout my attitude, my disobedience,that it was hi..
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