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Jun 2023
I find my healing
through crying
whaling
sobbing
shouting angry curses
allowing myself to be angry
and rageful at the people
who tortured me
and for so long
I could never feel a **** utter thing.
I could barely ever cry
I would sheild myself from them
now I'm learning to welcome them.
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M  28/F/USA
(28/F/USA)   
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