As darkness enveloped my world on a sunny day, and my consciousness slipped away from my body, I witnessed the world from above.
Surprisingly, I wasn't afraid; my soul had yearned for this moment for so long.
Yet, as I observed the people trying desperately to save me, I made a choice to live, despite the cries of my soul for peace. My pulse returned, and the last thing I recall is hearing,
"How is she still alive?"
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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...
