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I have exactly six months of healing left to do.
At least, that's the plan.
Take your power back.
Find yourself.
Learn to feel again.
How the fuck am I supposed to do that
when I can't see past the pain?
Who gets hurt next?
I keep asking the question
like the answer might change.
But it never does.
It's always me.
About the Creator
Syl De'Vil
Air Force SF veteran, mother, witch, Bone collector, gremlin. skip tracer, I throw knives, and write about life and love and the lack there of all stitched from insomnia. I am just a girl, looking in the void, trying to fit in where I don't
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