fragments of the yesteryears
i used to think i have no trauma growing up. put together. pristine. but stillness is almost always a predisposing signal for chaos. the storm that i was raised with, now quiet, waiting for another bout.
i used to think i have no trauma growing up. put together. pristine. but stillness is almost always a predisposing signal for chaos. the storm that i was raised with, now quiet, waiting for another bout.
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