You were meant to shield me from darkness, yet I faced it alone.
You were meant to grant me a childhood, yet demanded maturity.
You were meant to safeguard my innocence, yet exposed me to the depths of evil.
You were meant to stand by me in hardship, yet I found myself supporting you.
I was hurting too, but I suppose that didn't matter.
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Fragments of Innocence
ПоезіяEmbark on a deeply personal journey through the pages of "Fragments of Innocence." With raw and honest verse, the author invites you to explore the complexities of childhood trauma and the development of borderline personality. Interspersed with mom...
