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I WRITE THIS IN MEMORY OF MY LOST CHILD WHO'S SILENCE IS CURSED WITH PAIN AND BITTERNESS TOWARDS THOSE WHO COULDN'T OR WOULDN'T PROTECT



WITH THIS PEN I WRITE OF THE SORROW AND OF THE HATE I WRITE OF THE SELF-INFLICTED WOUNDS, WHICH ARE BEGINNING TO FADE, AND THE EMPTY BOTTLE OF PILLS ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR



I WRITE ABOUT THE SLEEPLESS NIGHTS AND HOW I LEARNED TO HATE MYSELF AND PAIN BECAME MY BESTFRIEND IT WAS ALL I KNEW I BECAME DEPENDENT



I WRITE ABOUT WHY I CRY WITHOUT EXPLAINATION HOPING TO LET OUT THE YELLING, FIGHTING, SCREAMING, AND HATING THAT'S BURIED IN MY SOUL



WHEN DID MY PAIN BEGAN?



I JUST DONT KNOW!!!!



I THINK I WAS TWO!!



FOR SOME STRANGE REASON I JUST CANT PINPOINT IT!



OH WELL



I GUESS I'LL WRITE ABOUT HOW MY FAMILY SAID I WAS A LIAR AND THE THERAPIST THINKS IM NUTS AND PEOPLE SAY "OH SHES SO ANTI-SOCIAL" I WISH I COULD TALK WITHOUT THE TEARS AND NOT HIDE BEHIND A PEN LIKE A SHIELD.