Running my fingers over the scars, I close my eyes.
Inner Child
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2.0.1.9 Outro
I have dissected new sections of pain which remain in the hidden spaces of my brain.
She Was Raped. They Made Her Apologize To the Church. It Was 1984.
What Buddy Cobb did to my sister was nothing less than abhorrent.
Becoming: A Minute Spoken
Nature and Love Are Crucial To My Mental Health
I wonder what happens when one walks into the sea?
Don’t Forget Me!
So, as you who use this statement, in return I say this. Don’t forget me now, and I’ll be less apt to forget you later.

A Different Kind Of Damaged
I can only sit and observe,
The winding streets of your hurt.
Redirection
I can be like a hound dog, occasionally distracted by attractive scents, sniffing successfully until something redirects me.
Behind the Stars
You are hiding behind a star.
Shards
And in the end
All she wanted
Was her own piece
Of heaven
Abuse Is Not Just “Being Harsh”
Harsh, that's what my mother's generation called verbal abuse. Harshness. Harsh meant you could be spoken to however the adult wished.
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