Have you ever wanted to destroy yourself? Not to die but to obliterate any sense of self left within your body. A heart and head too full for one to endure alone. And you are alone, for no one will understand you more than yourself. People will try and fail to make sense of one another. There is no true understanding between people, rather a simple facade of Faith to feel like you're not alone. An instinct programmed in the mind to keep parts of you living when it would be easier to sever parts of your soul than to let them fester with infection put there by someone else. They say time heals all wounds but trauma doesn't give a fuck if it's time to let go. At first I was angry. Blistering with rage simmering just beneath the surface. Now im tired. Wondering if it will ever truly be over, for while I have forgotten the trauma, the responses follow.
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Once Upon A Time
De TodoJournal/short stories/poetry. Things that I didn't know what to do with. When I try to write my brain comes up with a thousand different scenarios to a thousand different small ideas. I just haven't found a way to take those flashes and make lightni...
