childhood
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Happy birthday to the past and painfully young me. If eyes are the window to the soul, those eyes would reveal the storm raging in our most unquiet mind. Feeling unseen, irrelevant and invisible while at the same time trapped and claustrophobic. No power, no rage, no fists striking out blindly in anger; only the… Read more
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We have a mask we all take turns wearing when the one who is us is too tired to be caring. -the Committee An archer who’s aim is heavenward bent shall not stoop to a low nor evil intent. There is a committee inside my head that consists of multiple versions of the person who… Read more
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When you can’t leave the past in the past, but you want to heal. Read more
Mostly Michelle Marie 