The flashbacks, the wretched body pain – these are reminisce of every moment I spend with myself. The darkest moments are the only way to the other side, though. I seem to know it well – I feel safe in the darkness, but I’m tired.
How to not crumble at my own memories of my entire life is my only real question…
In the bloody mired mirror of that day lay a cell phone in a bath of blood…
It never came back on.
I hide in plain view(s).
The rhetoric.
Perfect description of the birth mother.
The more you shine the more shadows you will cast. Shine anyway.
The impetus is in intuitive healing.
I can’t hide that.
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