Random thoughts

I was slipping for a while there. But you held me firmly and kept me rooted on the ground.

Thank you.

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If trusting too much is a sin, my soul is probably burning in hell right now.

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Hide Little Girl

Go. Run as fats as your legs can take you. Hide. Hide form the shadows that haunt you. Step out of that dark abyss you've gotten yourself into.

You don't deserve this. It's not your fault.

No, it's not just your demented imagination working. This is real. It really is happening.

Don't blame yourself. Repeat this mantra inside your head: It's not my fault. I do not deserve any blame for this. It's not my fault... It's not my fault... It's not my fault...

As you go to sleep at night, tears freely falling from your eyes, you whisper these words:"Mommy, daddy, can you cloak me in the safety of your arms tonight? I am scared, frightened of what is happening. Hopeless because I don't know what to do about it... numb, chilled to the bones..."

But they don't hear you. Because you choose to keep your mouth shut.

You curl up in a tight ball, your knees almost touching your chin. The comforter draped over your head.

The air is warm. But you are cold. You can't control the shivers that rack your whole body. You can even hear the sound of your teeth chattering and your labored breathing...

You have two choices... hide or face the music.

Which will it be?