Lost and Not Yet Found
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  • Parts 6
  • Time 45m
  • Reads 606
  • Votes 21
  • Parts 6
  • Time 45m
Ongoing, First published May 18, 2013
Mature
My past is my past. I know it can not be fix but I am hoping someone tells me that it was worth it. How can someone you're suppose to grow up with try to vanish your very existence because they know they have the power too. But did they forget that you're human to? That you was made the same way as them. To have eyes to see the world you are about to grow into. Ears to hear the voices of people around you. Nose to smell the fresh daisies and oxygen by yourself instead of relying on your mother. To have feelings. To fall in love and to feel your first heart break, first lost, first friendship. To grow and make mistakes and make some right choices. No I don't think they saw that. You're just a kid, your life is little importance for they are you're master. They're little bow peep and you're the sheep.
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72 parts Ongoing

My 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 writes like me, from inside of me. She is me. This girl that I've been in love with since time first existed, is indeed me. The way that she walks. With her hands... and how she talks? The hearts that she's captured, the souls that she has inspired. I'm now trying to be her. I've never felt that I was good enough to actually be myself!!! I always knew how pure and clear and free I was inside. But people told me otherwise, in a very cruel way. No one ever spared my feelings or thought to speak to me with kindness or love. My parents were very serious and strict people. They believed that there was only 1 way to act and inside I knew that I did NOT fit in the parameters of the behavior expected of me. And every single time I made my Step Daddy sigh or frown it felt like I knife in my heart. I was a let down. Always too loud. Always moving too much. Always too fat and always too ugly. Always too much. Unless I sat quietly. But I've always been a firecracker and all of that containment really made me want to blow off! All of what was inside of me, swirling and dividing in me. Burying the side of me that I loved the most! I was a bastard and a blasphemy. Harsh words for a girl of 3. They said them when they baptized me.