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A Sliver Of My Trauma
I still remember your face
and how quick it turned from confused
to broken
I remember
the shirt I was wearing
it was neon pink
and I had my sisters scissors in my hand
I was terrified
I didn't even do any damage
I didn't want to do it
but I was decaying
and your face
and your heart
they looked so broken
you were sobbing while you held me
and I was just staring at the wall
thinking
"please let me go mom"
"please let me go"
i'm glad you didn't let me go
I know in the end it wasn't you who became broken
but me
I love you
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