When agony becomes unbearable and the inner turmoil cries out for peace, a sinister and sorrowful thought creeps into the mind of a 9-year-old girl. It's something so dark, yet she doesn't dwell on it, just carries its weight. The color red takes on a haunting beauty it never had before. It marks the beginning of a war of thoughts within her, a haunting legacy that will endure for centuries. This little girl is me.
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Fragments of Innocence
PoetryEmbark 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...
