I am the voice thought never to speak. I am the strength mistaken for weak. I am secrets brought forth to light. I am the day awakened from night.
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It’ll be okay whispered a chorus of angels to the weeping child. Though it is not today, dear one. Angelic harmonies made her hold on through the long night, never forgetting the words of their song. It’ll be okay.
She sat with a knife to her stomach. The one that was usually kept under her pillow to keep the monsters at bay as she slept. The monster was inside her now. She had to get him out and no amount of purging or starving had worked. This was the option left to her. She […]
Am I allowed to ask? Why did you let us near them? These people that raised you with hate and taught you nothing of how to be loved. Why did you not walk away? Give us only sunshine and all of the happiness that I still see your eyes yearn for. Why did […]