- they had been used, abused and beaten into submission all their living memory. Eventually they became completely submissive in order to survive. Never blame the victim, blame all those that helped them into an early grave, they are the ones that killed them.
- You made flowers grow in my lungs. and although they are beautiful, I cant breathe.
- I wish i could sing how you like so i could be a part of your world. I could be something you loved more than me. you blend so seamlessly into my world. but im yours, i am lost. my hands are soft, pale, and scarred, never like yours always are.
- I lay in the forest, asleep. Roses, Daisy's and buttercups unravel from my scars. the ruined skin turning beautiful once again. Moss curls into balls inside the long parts of me, soaking up my tears. Ferns stoke and ease the pit of my stomach, replacing the starving fear. i feel relaxed once again, i feel happy, i feel safe.
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