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The Lump In My Throat

Tonight for the first time I told them.
I don't know if they believed me.
They were shocked.
"No way!"
"He's such a nice guy"
"I guess you just can't trust anyone"
Maybe I shouldn't have told them.
Maybe it was my fault.
All I remember is his hands
Too many hands
All happening so fast
I feel sick

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and it is always hard not to find someone to trust.
reads like a child abuse , .


Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words
........Robert Frost☺

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