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Jan 2019
My mother called me a *****
when I was still a ******
for having ****** feelings.
Now others are doing that too,
because I’m confident in my skin.
I’ve been beaten up with words
and fists, and the voices
inside a schizophrenic father’s head.
How did I survive?
I remain a child.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
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