i used to think i was dead. like the real me died when i was 4 and im just the leftover scraps of that little girl who died. like i'm a corpse that's sewn itself back together. like every my whole life has been as a direct result of violence
sometimes i still feel that. i mourn the little girl i was, and i mourn the woman she could've become if she hadn't become me. i mourn the life he stole from me










