This thought occurred — behind the shed —
A blinding fog inside my head.
Barbed snags, held me there —
Each word a **** too deep to bear.
Silence washed in — time stood still.
The darkness passed — so too the chill.
The story’s end, sunlit leaves will write.
Till then — a shallow breath of life.
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Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 12:30 PM UTC
This thought occurred — behind the shed —
A blinding fog inside my head.
Barbed snags, held me there —
Each word a **** too deep to bear.
Silence washed in — time stood still.
The darkness passed — so too the chill.
The story’s end, sunlit leaves will write.
Till then — a shallow breath of life.
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Sometimes after hearing a parent’s hurtful, angry words, frightening ideas overcome a child's thinking.
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