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My little girl inside is very sad so I am writing this for her.
She has no name, as their are many, but she hurts worst than them all. She is the saddest of all. I believe she is the one that finally figured out what was happening. I wish I could go to her as me a mother take her gently hold her close and let her tear and tear, but I can't reach her. I only FEEL and see her hiding in the dark closet under the dirty clothes. But I have a very very tiny infant she stays fetal position with her face hidden from me never moves just barely breathes in a dark square box. There is another I know who goes into this little room, of the ugly man and sits at a roll top desk and pretends doing grown up paper work. I became her as an adult as I went in Secretarial. |
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Don't let your problems or the world make you feel small. Stretch your arms out over your head. Take a deep breathe. Tell yourself that you are big. You are big, not small. You always have space, you are not trapped........ I'm an ISFJ |
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(((((((((((Sannah))))))))))))) thank you
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![]() Sannah
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