Detached 

There comes a point when you just detach from everything and everyone.  Maybe it’s sexual assault, maybe it’s daily beatings, you still exist, but you stop feeling. 

You’re in a perpetual state of shock. Nothing phases you. You live your life on auto pilot.  

That’s your brain helping you survive.  

I’m detached now.  Nothing phases me. I’ve seen the very worst human nature has to offer. 

Fuck em. 

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