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''Everything you did to me, I remember. Mama, I made it out of your home alive, raised by the voices in my head. '' -Warsan Shire, Extreme girlhood

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by bookyliciious

by bookyliciious

I am afraid that the minute tenderness will start spilling from my mouth, it will never stop flowing.

I am afraid to lose my blades if I forget to sharpen them often, to lose my edges if I round them out.

I am afraid to forget to be scared, to forget to block the expected blow, to not be able to fight anymore when I'll need it most.