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Forty minutes and she threw a cooker at him I woke

Forty minutes and she threw a cooker at him I woke up to her shouting. she called me a bitch yesterday. she told me that I should change my face. and he's no less, wants to make me cry in the name of the "outside world's bad" and when I do, he's got those warm eyes to make me melt. and they tell me to tell them everything and keep my promises, to trust them with my life. but I'm afraid that when I get killed by them (a privilege to be killed by your gods) they'll say it was an accident. They fight like monsters and later it's the perfect love. And they are so kind, so kind. I can't talk to anyone about this but them, and I will be a lucky person if they believe me because everyone, including them, thinks that they're perfect. so today I hid my ugly face, I did my best to hide away. I bled my tongue trying to bite it and stayed quiet, because I don't want to die, because it won't matter if I break, It won't matter if I break. It's no use asking "why did you do this to me". They'll simply say they didn't. _______________ On why my brain represses my memories and I write in codes. I can't talk about it. If I do, I risk Just the same thing. You don't even have to read five lines and you know what I'm talking about. Trauma is a brand now. And yes, they turned me into Nix. Finally. #nixteen
Forty minutes and she threw a cooker at him I woke up to her shouting. she called me a bitch yesterday. she told me that I should change my face. and he's no less, wants to make me cry in the name of the "outside world's bad" and when I do, he's got those warm eyes to make me melt. and they tell me to tell them everything and keep my promises, to trust them with my life. but I'm afraid that when I get killed by them (a privilege to be killed by your gods) they'll say it was an accident. They fight like monsters and later it's the perfect love. And they are so kind, so kind. I can't talk to anyone about this but them, and I will be a lucky person if they believe me because everyone, including them, thinks that they're perfect. so today I hid my ugly face, I did my best to hide away. I bled my tongue trying to bite it and stayed quiet, because I don't want to die, because it won't matter if I break, It won't matter if I break. It's no use asking "why did you do this to me". They'll simply say they didn't. _______________ On why my brain represses my memories and I write in codes. I can't talk about it. If I do, I risk Just the same thing. You don't even have to read five lines and you know what I'm talking about. Trauma is a brand now. And yes, they turned me into Nix. Finally. #nixteen
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