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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
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Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 4:46 PM UTC
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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
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21/Non-binary/Portugal
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 4:46 PM UTC
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