The pain comes and goes
like waves and me, the shore,
stays there immobile.

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It's so pathetic how a lady goes
through so much pain for around
a year to give birth to a baby and
then becomes abusive to them.

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And everytime I feel I'm content
in the garden of my life, life
steals away one of the most
brightest flowers in it.

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Before, she used to
hide her tears.
Now, she hides her smiles.
And life has changed
with depression
and
letting her parents
believe it.

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Something stirs inside me. And I know this
familiar feeling. It's the pain of unhealed trauma.
Multiple traumatic events. Events that lasted
minutes and events that lasted years.
Events that break you into pieces.

And I allow the pain to move through me
for that's the only way to let it go, as my
therapist has said. Gradually I feel it consuming
me. And then there comes a point it takes
dominance. And I'm not myself, anymore.

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He held me close and I
screamed at my imagination.

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And uncertainty for someone with
anxiety is like strangers for an infant.

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"What do your parents do?"

"They give me trauma," daughter
of an abusive couple replied.

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"He is gone."
(in caption)

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There's pain. A lot of pain. It is
just too much. I can't seem to get
out of it. It's like the pain won't
ever leave me alone. It sounds
cliche I know, but it is what it is.

My cries are silent. I'm tired of
all the manifestation. It just
doesn't sit well now. I don't
even understand what's going
on in my mind. Everything feels
cluttered. Improvement seems
so slow. I don't even understand
what I'm penning down. Faking
healing is just a regular thing now.

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