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Dec 2017
Trauma sits heavy upon my chest, decreasing my ability to express.

My hurt is big, my shame is thick,
My behavior can be so toxic.

I am so sorry this darkness flies out
From beneath my shackled chest

And I am so horrified, that it is with you
My painful poisin comes to rest
This is an expression of hurting people I love because I haven't healed enough from my own abuse trauma.
Anon
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Anon  37/F/USA
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