Damn right I'm angry!
You can't take that away from me!
I have every right to be angry.
You abandoned me, leaving me to wither in loneliness and fear.
And now you expect sympathy?
You tore me apart. You were my first tormentor.
You're no mother!
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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...
