Once
One
Oblivious to the pain of the world
And of herself
The split
Began
When she could not handle
Her reality
One
Became
Three
But they were not done
These troubled souls
Mourned
Together
Held each other up
But it was not enough
They were
Helpless
Doomed to watch their cruel fate unfold
So three grew into five
Five
Different
The same
Whole
Divided
They thought they were done
Five is plenty
But 6
7?
Must be
Better
Safety in numbers
A motley family
Concealed inside a single
Body
Pain
And safety
Dissociation
And protection
We are a far cry from that little girl
Mar 16, 2025
Mar 16, 2025 at 4:02 PM UTC
Once
One
Oblivious to the pain of the world
And of herself
The split
Began
When she could not handle
Her reality
One
Became
Three
But they were not done
These troubled souls
Mourned
Together
Held each other up
But it was not enough
They were
Helpless
Doomed to watch their cruel fate unfold
So three grew into five
Five
Different
The same
Whole
Divided
They thought they were done
Five is plenty
But 6
7?
Must be
Better
Safety in numbers
A motley family
Concealed inside a single
Body
Pain
And safety
Dissociation
And protection
We are a far cry from that little girl
Backstory because I’m confusing this entire website with my no context stories that look like the ramblings of an untreated schizophrenic.
This probably isn’t much better, but… whatever
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