a poem named “fragile feelings” by iris rose i grieve who i could’ve been, had i not lost years of my life, to the mayhem in my mind. a broken childhood is never buried; it lives on in your mind, your heart, your soul. the ruins will chase you around, until you pay attention, until you cry and grieve and rewire. healing is a full time job, with no wage.
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