I am afraid of my name. My beautiful name.
Named for the sun and the sky and the warm low country.
Named for the midnight sun and cool tundra
She must have truly hated those things, to call me with such anger.
"I'm sorry I ate"
"I'm sorry I made you feel left out"
"I'm sorry I said no"
"I'm sorry I forgot"
"I'm sorry that I held Father's hand"
"I'm sorry"
"I'm sorry"
"I'm sorry"
"Please forgive me"
Locking doors scares me. Having privacy scares me.
I am in the jar and the lid is gone.
I don't think I deserved any of this. Newborn babies are supposed to be pure.
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Mother Dearest: My thoughts that seemed too sad to keep to myself
Cerita PendekMy feelings are hurt, and this is better than m*rder.
