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Sometimes shoes are hard to fill sometimes they feel like cement but somehow I keep walking whether on eggshells or stained glass apologies I wither in the aftermath of accomplishment. I am afraid of wanting more for myself. where do you go when defeated is all you've ever known? how do you make peace with a half-assed apology? I am afraid this forgiveness makes me weak weeping inside of the idea that I can be in control of this trauma. but the twin sized bed in my childhood home is more of a cage and I am stuck there wishing I could escape. wishing I could make something more of myself. I am too visceral and not enough visual this anxiety taking my breath making me sick to my stomach why can I not remember correctly? No one talks about it. No one gets how it feels to miss a memory or how the presence of one makes you lose reality. My mind is stuck in fragmentation. I'm tired of not remembering days because of what she did to me. Manipulation a scarlet letter on the chest of everyone. My younger self tells me they all just want something. No one can take anything away from you if you have absolutely nothing left. wipe the hard-drive clean I will become obsolete.
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
obsolescence
Sometimes shoes are hard to fill sometimes they feel like cement but somehow I keep walking whether on eggshells or stained glass apologies I wither in the aftermath of accomplishment. I am afraid of wanting more for myself. where do you go when defeated is all you've ever known? how do you make peace with a half-assed apology? I am afraid this forgiveness makes me weak weeping inside of the idea that I can be in control of this trauma. but the twin sized bed in my childhood home is more of a cage and I am stuck there wishing I could escape. wishing I could make something more of myself. I am too visceral and not enough visual this anxiety taking my breath making me sick to my stomach why can I not remember correctly? No one talks about it. No one gets how it feels to miss a memory or how the presence of one makes you lose reality. My mind is stuck in fragmentation. I'm tired of not remembering days because of what she did to me. Manipulation a scarlet letter on the chest of everyone. My younger self tells me they all just want something. No one can take anything away from you if you have absolutely nothing left. wipe the hard-drive clean I will become obsolete.
amanda-stoddard
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
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