When I saw other families, I yearned for them to embrace me as their own. I longed for the comfort they appeared to share. The ache was something I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy. Looking at my mom and dad, all I could see was pain and fear, casting a shadow over my own aspirations for a family.
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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...
