Smile.
They will like you better.
Toss away your worries like "whatever"
The ones off to heaven are tethered.
In our memories turning and tossing forever.
Who carries the agony?
Burning deep nether...
Blackness charred, engrained, taming joy like sticky glue pulling at cheeks making smiles weak.
But...
Fake it.
Use your fingers...
Lifting skin up up up curling round teeth showing happiness is present.
And it is.
A present.
Shining through dull feelings of abandonment.
Resentment.
Thoughts of the ending.
What remains is eminence.
Despite rage...
In spite of rage.
Slamming the door on its cage.
Locking it away.
Turning the page.
And walking away.
Puts a smile on my face.
Joyful for my present 😁
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This is my truth
Non-FictionMy life has been an intense journey from a little girl who was beaten down and abused into believing that she was worthless, to a woman at 43 years of age who is still desperately searching for who she truly is. I found her though. I did. And she wr...
