I was told to just write it all out.

In other words, type it all out.

But really that means to just bleed it all out.

Some way, some how…

Even if it does not completely show what I am truly trying to convey.

I was loved once in my life…

For four months.

The most intense and important love, because beside that – my stepfather and mother, raised me in manners I do not even completely understand.

Damaging my very mind and soul.

For far too many years, God what was it all for.

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