i'll never ever forget the things i've been put through. forgive, that i'm good at. forget, not so much.
i ran as fast as i could, but there was no one letting me go. i had to stay and it is beyond me how someone could put someone else, a kid, through all that. scar me? yeah. or no. interpret that as you wish.
frustrated fears of what i might become. i did not, but i still needed what they knew i needed and they took it away from me. i saw you crying but it wasn't my job to fix you, it should have been the other way around.
i have no 'family portraits' but i don't want any. he left, i had no choice but to stay.
and my loves, my confidants, you drew away. or sold. don't now in which order. i don't know what you think of yourself/yourselves but i have to believe you got regrets.
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