My Heart Of Glass
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"There is a fire inside of me that I keep burning everyday, but you started that fire. I did not hand you the matches-- that fire has been burning for so long. Now it is resisting to be put out." (Chapter 21)
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This has been my wild journey that I have been going through to find my happiness that I had lost and dealing with the percussions of speaking up about my past trauma. My real journey started the day I spoke up about my childhood sexual abuse..but that wasn't the only obstacle I was forced to face..
This is my story and my collection of personal journal entries, along with poems that was written while battling depression, anxiety and also writings of certain wisdom that was gained from the hurt.
**trigger warning**
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