How could everyone turn a blind eye to the hell that lurked within my home? Why did no one acknowledge the abuse hidden behind closed doors? Did no one notice the bruises on this silent child and think, "Something isn't right," or did they just not care?
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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...
