mother
i spent three hours trying to scrub my skin off.
i dont want your affection, it makes me sick.
i hate you yet i still yearn for you.
i'm afraid of you, but i love you.
you turned me into a monster.
Copyright © Cecily Grace | Year Posted 2024
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