I can’t carry this anymore

I’ve been dying inside everyday with such filth and awful memories that now leave me broken. Everyday I’m broken.

I feel such disgust in the actions of my childhood, a porn filled house of hate. I know now I was a child but the agony of what and when’s are too much at times.

I am not to blame, I knew no better.

I was a child.

I can’t heal with this hidden.

I am not a monster, I was inoce

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