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Christina

To me, she was a flightless bird Convinced she was restrained by those around her Delusional in thought that the world around her wanted nothing more than to keep her from soaring. To me, she was a child trapped, scolded, and tortured desperate to break free- too helpless and crippled to change. To everyone else, she was selfish, she was a liar, she was manipulative, narcissistic; a petty thief, a drug addict, a prostitute . . To everyone else, she is broken and to her, she just needs a fix. And they tell me, "Let her go." As if I could let the one who gave me life be gone? When her blood runs through my veins her broken words left scars, and stains and they tell me "Just move on"? When I'd see a blonde in grocery stores, and run to them in hopes it's her I felt something crack. When my birthday's came around and she said, "I think I'll be in town," every lie from every year before that moment disappeared. And when she didn't come, because she didn't have gas because she needed to work because she just couldn't make it- I was the first to understand. I was the first to forgive. I was the first to defend her, to love her, to trust her once more. She taught me, that promises are only words with as little meaning as you give them; that love is measured by your ability to withstand pain. She taught me, the hardest thing in life is watching someone you love destroy themselves and the second hardest thing in life is to become them

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 1/14/2014 11:44:00 AM
Hi Dana, it's nice reading a new one from you... It is very deep... And wow... This is what my mother taught me.... Linda
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Date: 1/5/2014 12:43:00 AM
Wow, this is sad, but written very well. I couldn't tell you how much of this I relate too with my father. I guess it's hard to let go, I've done it for years but always seem to return. I guess in many ways I end up feeling sorry for him. I am glad I checked here. Very powerful words, good work.
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