If what doesn't kill me makes me stronger, why do I feel like I'm a goner?
I still ache from pain, I ponder.
I don't know if I can hold on much longer.
If what doesn't kill me makes me better, why does my heart feel like leather.
I still feel every trauma ever.
I don't know if I can feel pleasure.
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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.