To Mend a Broken Heart

“I just want to write the words as I feel them bleeding from this old heart of mine…” 


Bad memories are never really forgotten. Just suppressed under the mountain of lies we’ve told ourselves, so that the painful ones are easier to bear.

I remember a lot.

My life has been emotionless for a long time.

I recall watching as my mother was beaten bloody in front of me, and then, there was that time I was abandoned.

But I’m ready to feel again. So that true healing can finally begin.

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