I can't feel anything. I just want to remember. All I ever wanted was to be loved, understood and safe. I feel so bad for that little girl, and I don't remember the little adventures she did. I had no childhood, no teen-years. It was taken from me. I just want to be healed. I so sick of the trauma. I want to tell everting to someone, but I don't trust anyone this enough. I want help. Where do I go? I want to end this suffering, but not by talking my life. It's like if I couldn't escape it. The think is, if I would tell anyone at school, how would it go? I would definitely break down in tears. Help me, please...I seriously can't take it anymore
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Potion of reality♡
Poetry!WARNINGS! -explicit content -language (cursing) -mention of murder -heavy ptsd -daddy issues (the trauma, not the kink you mf) over all really drastic, this book is full of pieces of my soul after all.
