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It became more and more obvious There was a storm inside her growing ever stronger and she sought to terminate it before it was too late It's arguably more difficult to terminate such storms when you're fifteen and still living with your parents so she decided not to share her struggle with them and reached inside her for the eye of the storm with a steel wire she'd kept in a bottle of hand sanitizer for a day and a night Yes, the first raindrops painted the white of the bathtub they were crimson and salty like her tears

wow! Very moving! ❤
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Such a touching commentary on how life is… if only we all could let our loved ones come to us, sure of unconditional love!
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Very well said, Mona. Thank you! 🙂
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Just enough to fire the imagination and tell the truth. Good.
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Thank you, Tony!
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This one packs a punch to the gut. Most young people (and I’m including myself when I was that age) cannot go to their parents when they need help. Not because of anything the parents have or haven’t done, but because of the shame and guilt they heap upon themselves. So sad.
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Yep, me too.
I never shared my problems with my parents. Mainly because they weren’t in my life.
But it turned out alright 🙂
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That’s good. My parents were good parents, and did their best, but were a product of their time. It turned out okay for me too, more or less. 🙂
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Very sad.
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It feels like this piece refers to people who deal with suicidal ideation or cutting themselves to alleviate the pain. It’s a dark topic but addressed well.
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Thank you, Susi! 🤗🤗
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You’re welcome!
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