small update
So the man that took my innocence when I was four years old is behind bars finally, for the same crime. He never stopped and finally got caught, and he is looking at 4 years to 15 years because of it. I've known since March, and it has created the oddest relief/block combination. I'm content that life has finally caught up with him and the events have left me rather numb emotionally. My words are stunted and poorly put together from lack of practice. I haven't given up on writing, but I wonder at times if it tired of me and my abuse of the language in my poetry. Something to think about I guess.
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cuttopieces) wrote,
contemplative
