I know you’re there.

I feel you silently creeping through my messages, through my inbox and my text messages like an infection.

I empathise with you. I know you have a job to do. I know you’re tied by red tape, uniforms and bullshit, but I won’t keep endangering myself so you can simply push papers and not do anything.

Newsflash; he’s still out there. He’s still walking. I have to hold that knowledge and those thoughts – thinking that if it’s not me, is it some other poor girl? How young is she? A poor, innocent girl who doesn’t know her own mind? How much more damage is he doing?

I wonder how many since me? I know you must know. That number is on your head not mine.

I guess turns out the informer has become the informed…

You should stop coming here. Because you won’t find anything anymore. Because I am finding peace within myself, and that means closing this chapter and moving on.

To readers; your support has meant more than you know these past years. I’m sorry, but it’s let go, or be dragged. I’m letting go. Maybe somewhere down the line I’ll bump into one of you somewhere in the world, without realising, and we’ll share some words again.

Hey, it’s only time and space right?


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