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I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.

-C.S. Lewis

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WE ARE NOW ENTERING

P H A S E T W O

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~ I exist- in a million different miseries I exist and have existed all these years. Skin and blood of pure torment; remains of suffocating trauma; crying out for help only to be locked afar; my freedom stripped off of me because none of you could find the will to actually love me- to care for me- to save me from this unending anguish. ~

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