My earliest memory includes not ever wanting to be touched or kissed. I figure that something must be broken but I can’t figure out what.
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I Regret My First Kiss
An online friend has made me realize that I haven’t written about certain things. Everything but these things… I write about things if I’m over it. But 2 things… I’m not over them… they haunt me. The nightmares have stopped, but something still isn’t right, I can’t move on. I thought I forgave them… I did… I’m sure I did, but why do they still have a hold on me like this. 2 separate traumas, 2 separate people. I don’t want to know from one of them, I wanted to pretend it never happened. The other one… I want to know why.
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