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Sitting in the corner, curled up small. Hiding my face, back to the wall. Knees pulled up to my chin. Defences up, letting no one in. Hiding my shame, hiding my past. Hiding my hurt, deep in my heart. Letting no one know me inside. Letting no one see me cry. Hiding my hurt, hiding my pain. Keeping the guilt going, driving me insane. Feeling ***** feeling used. I’m so scared and confused. And lonely. Copyright: Gordon Warren (1990)
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
If the child inside could speak
Sitting in the corner, curled up small. Hiding my face, back to the wall. Knees pulled up to my chin. Defences up, letting no one in. Hiding my shame, hiding my past. Hiding my hurt, deep in my heart. Letting no one know me inside. Letting no one see me cry. Hiding my hurt, hiding my pain. Keeping the guilt going, driving me insane. Feeling ***** feeling used. I’m so scared and confused. And lonely. Copyright: Gordon Warren (1990)
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