Loneliness has become a heavy burden, weighing me down for far too long. Even in a crowd, I feel detached, as if my scars cloak me like a shroud, a constant reminder of the battles raging within. Admitting to feeling lonely is the hardest truth I've ever spoken.
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Fragments of Innocence
PoesíaEmbark 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...
