I wish somebody had warned me that shedding your old skin was so painful.
I wish they'd told me how raw and red, sensitive and exposed your flesh is before the new skin grows back on.
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Poetry''Everything you did to me, I remember. Mama, I made it out of your home alive, raised by the voices in my head. '' -Warsan Shire, Extreme girlhood
Changes | Molting
I wish somebody had warned me that shedding your old skin was so painful.
I wish they'd told me how raw and red, sensitive and exposed your flesh is before the new skin grows back on.
