How?

Is there something wrong with me? Am I that scarred from my past? I want to change To be normal, To be understandable, But I’m not normal             And Never will be. But I want to. How?

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Late One Night

I lay thinking, as I often do right before I fall asleep. Images of smooth skin, tiny teeth, fat toes, and curly hair appeared in my mind's eyes. What was wrong with me? Why did I keep imagining a baby? I was the girl who wanted no husband and no children because I felt they … Continue reading Late One Night