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Aug 2019
16
So young, yet so desperate
Behind the bedroom door.

Tormenting, poisonous memories, her inner child is slowly dying.

Yet, no one notices. And asking for help seems "too much".

So, walking the tightrope is now part of the routine.

The difference between light and darkness, always blurry
There's always a way out, even if it takes you some time to find it
Written by
atlas  21/Non-binary/Portugal
(21/Non-binary/Portugal)   
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