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Lucy Marie Apr 2014
I was always very sure of myself as a child
I believed I was untouchable
Invincible
Indestructible
I used to believe I was never tired and that when I yawned
I did it simply because I could.
I was never tired and as a result of this I never slept.
Not sleeping for most people means no energy
but for me the energy was endless
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6 years-old
I can distinctly remember sitting in my first grade class in elementary school.
I was always so distraught by the fact that no one else wiggled and squirmed in their seats.
I thought they were the weird ones.
I remember being pulled from class and into a tiny room filled with monitors and computer screens and lots and lots of headphones.
I was so deeply confused.
It was that day that they labeled me as the weird kid.
It was the next day that they labeled my weirdness.
I never really thought it would change me
in fact I never really thought about it at all
I just woke up and took my pills like I was supposed to
I pretended to be normal
But as a 7
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10 year-old girl, you can only handle so much at once.
I began to be afraid of everything and everything made me angry
I would throw and punch and kick and scream-
Boy, would I scream.
No one ever heard me the way I needed to be heard.
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12 year-old girls are now able to “think for themselves”
or at least that’s what I was taught.
I was now able to experience the world through my rose colored glasses and man, lemme tell you how beautiful it was. I wanted to be my own person.
Now by the time I was 13, I realized that I had ways to take away the pain that I had. I learned how to steal cigarettes and sneak *****
And then I learned how to drag a blade across my skin.
14 years-old I was seeing the world through my very own blood red lenses and, my oh my, I thought it was great
But as mature as I was, i had never heard the word “dependency” before
and I had no clue what it was
but I’ll be ****** if I told you that I wasn’t dependent on that silver little friend of mine.
My momma began to notice the little tally marks under my sleeve and as it progressed and I obsessed
she became depressed.
I was later checked into a rehabilitation center
but once was not enough.
No one heard me loud enough yet.
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7 stays in various psychiatric hospitals to fix this problem
to fix my dependency
to fix my head.
and the things I’ve learned would blow you away.

As a child, I was always very sure of myself.
that was nearly 16 years ago
and I have since lost every bit of confidence that itty bitty me had
But as the months move on
and as I try to remain strong, well

I can now see that I am now a fully indestructible me.
This was inspired in a way by a prompt that I found on tumblr (I think?) which was "Write about a childhood memory"
Lucy Marie Apr 2014
For once in my life, the goosebumps aren’t from fear

but rather from the way your fingertips sweep across my marred flesh

and your lips graze my chest

as your teeth taste the things that make me a human.

For once in my life, my erratic breathing isn't from invasive terror

but from the overwhelming pleasure of your hand in my hair

and the other on my thigh.

Your sighs and your moans are like a brand new song

and no one gets to listen but me.

For once in my life,

i can feel safe and passionate for something that means more than casual *** with someone who means nothing.
the title is from something that my girlfriend and I say to each other, it's our form of "I love you"

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