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I Remember. I remember the fear. I remember the panic. I remember my hands on the door. I remember all my strength pushing it closed. I remember holding on when you threw open. I remember choosing to be crushed to the wall than to let you see me.
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Anonymous 14w

I remember the tears. I remember the yelling. I remember clinging to the doorknob like I wouldn’t live if I let go. I remember the hand on my wrist, wrapped all the way around. I remember the belt. I don’t remember the words said before. I don’t remember the words said after.

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Anonymous 14w

But I remember the fear.

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Anonymous 14w

A short poem I guess? I was just thinking about the time when I was like 4 and told my mom I hated her when she was yelling at me, I don’t know why I said it, can’t remember anything that happened before it, the memory just picks up with me yelling it and then bolting when I registered her anger. I tried to hide in my room, but she pushed the door open and then I tried hiding behind the door

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Anonymous replying to -> OP 14w

Ah I see. I’m sorry.

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