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Bystander


I imagine if I am on my deathbed I will have one regret. I regret not allowing myself to be vulnerable enough to openly and honestly communicate with you. I regret not being mature enough to “handle” you and respect your boundaries, insecurities, and desires. You are the true definition of a blessing and a curse. I never knew you nor you knew me. Jesus Christ, who the hell are you?! How can another human being bring so much pleasure, yet inflict so much pain?!

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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