Chapter 23: Dark Days.
Dark days come and go now.
There are less though.
I have friends now,
who sit with me and hold my hands on the dark days.
We sit silently holding hands until we feel better.
Sometimes we only sit for twenty minutes and other days we sit all day long.
But we do feel better.
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PoetryShe was perfect. Well what everyone else saw was perfect. What they did not see was not so perfect. The depression, the jagged scars on her burning wrists and thighs, the tears she wept at night after the fights, the bruises left on her body by her...
