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Dear Anonymous,

The bench, where you're probably finding this letter, has been my happy place.

I thought maybe, just maybe, someone would be curious enough to know why.

Well... Here goes nothing:

The story

of who I am,

that no one knows

that no one sees

the pain 

she left inside of me.

She couldn't resist

the constant urge

to find the glimmer

her emotions surge.

The anger or tears

the glass on the floor

the motherly love

disappeared. 

No more.

I couldn't laugh,

nor could I smile

I'd never want

to stay home awhile.

Home was destruction

home was my fear

home held the heartbreak

that isn't easy to hear.

I couldn't understand

the demon inside

of my once precious role-model

from whom I had to hide.

She couldn't resist

the constant urge

to chase like a child

who desires candy or sparkles

for those they travel miles.

The shiny bottle,

the fizz and crack

of a new option,

they hit her full-throttle.

She couldn't resist

the constant urge

every emotion

she started to purge

She was no more

the monster took over

it lived there for years

until finally- rock bottom.

Even through years of gray,

there is now yellow and blue.

Don't be discouraged.

You're worth more than that, you know...

Do you?

Sincerely,

Maddie