2022 : Chapter Two : Dead Weight


He infiltrated my world leaving a wreckage of destruction, secrets, and a lifetime of nightmares.

As I reach for the beam of hope, I'm haunted by the cold shackles bound to my wrists.

 It's not the weight of him that holds me down, but the heaviness of never being able to forget, never able to forgive.
Surrounded by his lurking ghost, stricken with fear of trusting intimacy again.






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