I learned that to dream about wild things was stupid
I learned that to ignore the wolf stirring within me
I learned that to be quiet was better than to speak an adverse truth
I learned that to be loved you had to give up your rights
I learned that to live I have to bleed
I learned that to survive I had to grieve before their gone
I learned that to be a pastor's daughter I had to give myself to the church
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Philophobia
PoetryAssorted 100% original poetry pieces. Also some random excerpts from small stories (also original). Philophobia: (n.) a fear of love, falling in love WARNING: Indirect and direct references to sexual assault, depression, self-harm and suicide
