September 11, 2014


I wish my skin was like fire. So those people who knew how frail I was and foolishly proceeded to take advantage of me, thinking they were allowed to touch me, who made me so petrified that all I could do was tremble in fear, those people, they would have third degree burns on their hands for the whole world to see and they would constantly be reminded of what they’ve done.

wrote this a year ago // My Hatred Burns

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