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This is a compilation of stories involving childhood abuse and trauma through a second hand impactful perspective mostly chronological. It is my story and is not fabricated in any way. I am posting just to get feedback thank you.
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a semibiography about my life and everything. my cousin is added cause she gave me this account and litterally has interesting trauma and I want to spice up my story
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This is created because of the importance of sharing your thoughts. It saves lives. It's also created from the observations of those around me and my own self. It comes from a simple girl (or complex? Can't decide yet), however fairly young, but premature. Did you just assume it's my story? It's not popular Wattpad writing (or however you may label Wattpad), but where else can I share this? I'm still young after all. Unexperienced. I need the support to publish this aid. There aren't any restrictions on who should be reading this. It might be too explicit, or rather "not-for-the-pampered". The pampered can go ahead and read it, perhaps they can understand but never really relate. For some it's a wake-up call, for others, it's a connection; it's a reflection. My stylistic word choice is intended because this expresses who I am at the very moment of writing--raw emotions, a human full of errors, my current capabilities. I will break grammar. I will break logic. It might not make sense---more like it'll be awkward---but it'll fit, just like everything "wrong" in this story. After all, the whole thing is a norm-breaker. I'm not going to explicitly state what I mean. It's up to your interpretation. I wrote this in a way for me. But it could also be for you. It may be about me. It may not be about me. I may be writing this. Someone else may be writing this too. There may not be one author. Some things are just random thoughts. Some things are stories of the muted "others". I encourage everyone to seek help and speak up.Concluída
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