You brought me into your home with promises of love and family, but those were empty words. Instead, I endured constant yelling and blame for every mishap. I became your servant, denied even basic needs like food when I was hungry. My room, my only refuge, was violated, and I was imprisoned within its walls for months over a minor mistake. All this because I failed to meet your impossible standards. You invited me in, but I never found a home in your midst.
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Fragments of Innocence
PuisiEmbark 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...
