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the emotional scars of children can take a lifetime to heal. If they do at all.
Or any age, really.
Where do memories go when you lose them?
But my secrets are multiplying by the hour. The ones I uncover, and the ones I conceive. They’re like nesting dolls. Just as certain as one reveals itself, there’s another lurking not far behind.
That’s why I’m here. Because I can be vulnerable with no consequences.
I’m like a jigsaw puzzle with half the pieces missing. I’m living in a private hell. I don’t know who I am.
