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Shirley Temple

When I took off my rose colored glasses for the first time...I was blinded by all the lightness. All I wanted to do was retreat to a world where life came with a cherry on top and the only sensation I felt was a tickle in the back of my throat from all the carbonation.


Unfortunately as I got older I realized there was less and less grenadine being added and all I could feel and taste was the burn of isolation and wishing someone would help take my pain away.


My brain had been wired to only cater to and nurture the part of me that was screaming to be heard the most. The part of me that became tired of merely floating on the surface in the hopes of not drowning myself or others in what I thought was my own collective misery.


I found myself being stalked by one of the biggest serial killers of all.


My C-PTSD.

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