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Abuse survivor, Dissociation, Life, Mental illness, Poem, Poetry, Trauma, Truth, Writing
a muddled brain
flitting in and out
as you try to grapple
to hang on for dear life
time whizzes by so fast
you wonder where it went
what you did
who you saw
how did the hours fly by?
where was I?
this is dissociation at its finest
as you try to figure out the answers in therapy
you know someone inside has them
but nobodys giving any clues
what to do?
so you keep on searching
hopeful that some time soon the answers will come
hoping…hoping
desperately seeking the truth so you can piece together the weeks, hours and days of your life
multiplemindsdid said:
this is pretty much how it is for us either xx
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manyofus1980 said:
I’m sorry things are like this for you also. Thanks for commenting though. xo
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jesspace said:
interesting is that a boy band like n synk jess
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mamanightsong said:
Yeah this sounds a little too familiar…
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