My head is gone, but the memories remain. Always stuck between two worlds: the pain, the suffering, the hell; the fog, the numbness, the hell. I just want to live. Why did this happen to me? Am I already dead? Am I paying for what I've done?
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Letter To My Past Self
Non-FictionThese are several short stories about my life. There are several triggers such as rape and PTSD.
