elsyageorgia
The therapist child, the obedient daughter, the silent sister.
You are elite, a Gothamite, a perfect public figure. But depression is as real for you as neglect, your showers sting and you don't breathe like normal people. And when you're a Wayne you have to get your act together.
But when your family only uses you as the pillow to cry into or the bag to punch, your finely bind rope begins to break, and you know that when your darkness consumes you, you won't be able to forgive as easily as before.
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"I'm the one whose pushing it down and praying. Praying that you would see me! Praying that you would acknowledge me as you daughter! Your sister! I pray that you love me as much as you love each other!"
"But we do love you! Can't you see that?!"
"You love the idea of me. You love that whenever you need to vent I will always be there for you. But I'm done. Done with this family, done with this life and done with you Bruce!"
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