you can tell your family anything


there's something obscure about closure and asking for help

ten years ago I would have shied away

ten years today I'm still ashamed though, and when I write

or take pictures, or try to play the guitar

compulsed to connect with this one guy I love

that one guy I love still isn't able to get me vulnerable

and I didn't know it wasn't ever my fault but still,

the worst thing I could do to my family is to:

tell them

about the worst thing that they did,

to me

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