I can't stop thinking, I'm supposed to try to counter the messages from the past and erase the lies. I write layers and layers of his words on a blank canvas and erase them one at a time. Now there is nothing left...so what am I, nothing?
I am so tired, my mind is going too fast, the past and the present are colliding, I am not prepared for this!
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Children's talent to endure stems from their ignorance of alternatives.
~ Maya Angelou
Thank you SadNEmpty for my avatar and signature.
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