I write for myself first, and a reader 2nd. If I don't get this off my chest, the demons will eventually succeed and kill me.
I'm not here to complain or seek pity for my fucked up childhood, we've all had our shit.
But my shit is killing me.
I have no other choice but to air as much as I can, and hopefully the fresh wound will heal.
- website: nikmcgarey.wordpress.com. Twitter- @palemoonmusing
- facebook: Nikki's Facebook profile
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