I am so afraid and locked within myself. I want to scream out for help, but I don't trust. Trust was stolen from me. I am now living an isolated life. A life of worthlessness and insecurity. Can anyone hear me? Can you hear my desperate call? I need to know what its like to breathe, because I am suffocating here. I am consumed by this overwhelming fear.
God! Are you there? Can I be healed, if I came to you, God? What can you do? Can you fix what has been broken? Can you comfort this terrible ache inside my heart? Of course.. You can't. You're not real. You're just this dumb broken image inside my head that was planted by my parents.
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Letter To My Past Self
Não FicçãoThese are several short stories about my life. There are several triggers such as rape and PTSD.
