May 2013
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When I was a child,
My innocence was physically violated, once or twice.
But it was exploratory,
And it did not hurt me as much
As the lies, the dependency, the isolation, the intensity, the love that followed.
How could you love me
When my entire being was contingent on you?
Making you happy,
Making you loved,
Making sure you were okay.
How could you know me
When my entire self...
