I got called Naive once... well actually a bunch.
From the devil who knew how to abuse and use me. Manipulate, gaslight and uproot me. Naive he would say. Because in his mind he knew what would happen, what he was doing. And I was blind to his doing. That word is burned into my brain like a tattoo on my skull. Fried and burned into every activity and person. Can they read my scars too? Has anyone ever known what you wanted so bad? And use it against you? Dangle it in your face to misuse you? Naive. The way you made me believe. And all i'm left with is regret. From the devil who manipulated me. Pushed me down to rock bottom, an existential crisis, regret. To give up your whole life and everything you've ever wanted... in a naive moment of despair. Heartache. Trauma. Midlife crisis. Everything, the devil took from me.
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