Tbh, it's kinda of sad.
I love to chill under the sun a lot when I'm in high school but since I'm starting to build anxiety because of the childhood trauma, now even the brightest light in a supermarket makes me feel lightheaded.
I can't enjoy what I used to love but it's alright coz perhaps we can find something new to cheer on.
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Inner child voices, childhood trauma aftermath.
PoetryI might not love the current me but I do love my inner child. Sounds funny right? Coz we're basically the same but no, we're not. Children must be protected not to be trained to be such a ruthless person. He's 4 years old. If he falls, pick him up...
