Numb
to everything I used to love
Detached
of all that is worthy of atachment
Indifferent to all beauty
Terrified of ugliness
I died ages ago it seems
piece by piece
in both small and big moments of ugliness.
The road back to my inner world
is not for a faint heart
I must cross oceans of agony
why?..
you ask
because ...someone once
decided to abuse me.

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