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When it rains the white petals of Diphylleia Grayi also known as skeleton flowers, turn crystal clear.

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Alpine lotus leaf flower

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Web weaving on" To love and to be loved , to want and to be wanted"

{Words by: Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals; p. 165/Emily Palermo, What I Could Never Confess Without Some Bravado, published in Rising Phoenix Review/Haruki Murakami/@chaandajaan on Tumblr/desperation sits heavy on my tongue, @tullipsink / images: Pinterest}

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Desdemona, 1871 - oil on canvas. — Alexandre Cabanel (French, 1823-1889)

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Jakub Schikaneder (Czech, 1855-1924)

I don’t know if I’ve ever felt love. My mother was cold and my father was an alcoholic. Most of my life if I was ever sad, I knew I wouldn’t be comforted by my mother. I know my Father loves me, but at some points of my life I’m sure that he loved Alcohol more.

My mother has made it clear that she couldn’t wait for me to turn 18 to kick me out of her house. In 2017, her husband physically assaulted me and threatened to K**l me. I knew then I couldn’t return home.

Since graduating college, my sister had a child and family had started to creep into my life again. However, they seem to not understand that they don’t have a Daughter, Niece, Granddaughter, Cousin,or a Sister if they continue to choose an abuser over me.

They make me feel like a Villain for not attending family events for my own physical and mental health. If family was so important why are they choosing the man that harmed me. I’m not even sure if my mother even loved me to begin with

-Asteria

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