Throughout my life, I've felt like an outsider, questioning what's wrong with me countless times. Seeking help only led to dismissive remarks of "she's just seeking attention."
No one believed me, and the abuse persisted. I spiraled deeper into despair, burdened by the relentless question,
"What is wrong with 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...
