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I was a witch the day I succumbed to the fire. The woman--a traitor, I thought at the time--tricked me into boarding the mysterious carriage;
one) a boy who speaks with a thick accent. always gets up in the middle of group sessions to ‘use the bathroom’.
Nurses, Should be nice. Or at least that's what I thought. They didn't care about me. Hurt yourself? Stop crying. Lonely? Oh well.
Your entire life you have been searching for a home yet you only seem to feel at peace when he talks The way his voice soothes your soul and completes a part of you nothing else can
chapter three: her name is they told me to smile as i stepped onto the firing line, about to be shot with the reminders of my own vulnerability.
chapter two: mario kart 8 my mother said goodbye to me and walked out ahead of my father. i suppose she couldn't handle seeing how easily i was able to belong and blend
chapter one: my mother on the outside the first time i saw my mother cry out of sadness, instead of frustration, was when she came to visit me in the hospital
Writing by the light of a door cracked open is the most honest one can get with oneself. Especially when that door leads to the hallway of a psychiatric hospital.
I remember the last night I spent in the hospital Sitting on my windowsill like I was on top of the world, When really the world was on top of me And yet, I couldn’t cry