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It's only pain I can control.
Telling myself to calm down over & over again doesn't work.
Breathing seems possible afterwards.
The shame & pain appears when he looks into my eyes as he kisses my scars.
It becomes unbearable I hear "Mommy, are you okay?" "I kiss it better" & see all the love in their eyes.
So, I fight for them. Only them.
Maybe, just maybe later I can finally fight for myself.
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An Explosion of Thoughts
Short StoryThese entries are a glimpse of my personal journey and struggle with Bipolar disorder and depression. These entries may cause triggers so please be careful when you read. If you need help please don't hesitate to call and ask for help... If you nee...
