I'm Helen, though I yearn to be Klytemnestra.
I wish to be kind, instead of selfish. I wish I loved my family more than my desire to find true love. I'm reckless, I'm immature, and I can't think for myself.
I'm a Helen, though I ache to be a Klytemnestra.
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Trauma Bonding
PoetrySometimes we all just need a safe place to share our stories TW: Talk of self-harm, suicide, and sexual assault
