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When I was a child, I was afraid of ...
When I was a child, I was afraid of walking home alone in the dark. In the winters, especially, just walking home from school was something that truly terrified me. It terrified me, as I was a child with a great imagination. Not seeing what was around me in the woods I would have to walk through to get home only made it worse. Because even when I couldn’t see, I could still hear and I could still feel. I could hear every little noise that was created by something out there. I heard the wind rustling the trees, the crunching of snow under my boots, and that godforsaken rumbling and rustling I would never know the origin of.
During my lo
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Naming Shadows
“There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance” – Socrates
When I was small and the chains binding my soul to this body weighed on me heavily. I believed I had a memory of a wonderful place, a place full of light and soft things to sleep on and to cover the body. There was love too from figures much taller then I with hands not too soft or firm. As I grew and the chains that bound my soul seemed to lessen and that impossible memory began to fade until it became a forgotten dream lost in the dark places of my world.
I am not alone. There are others
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Life's Bitter Dark Misery
Every moment spent in fear.
And everyday in agony.
The hate you show me.
The words you tell me.
The emptiness I feel.
You punched, kicked, wrestled me.
You shouted, yelled and screamed.
You laughed, you joked, you pointed.
These were the things I feared.
I was different, unlike, diverse.
That's why you made fun of me.
I was tall.
Quiet.
Fat.
Weird.
That's why you hated me.
The cuts.
The screams.
The numbness.
That's what you caused me.
I was alone.
In the dark.
No one beside me.
Who knew what would become of me.
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This is so beautiful.