Decisions.
Tired, Im sick of hiding my past from the most important person to me,
my mother.
Im scared of what she would think of me, what i did to me.
Im done, i realize there are ways, many ways to deal.
I dont want to deal, i want to be oblivious.
I want to come out, tell her, let her hold me.
Im not ill, not mentally unstabled,
I told her its done, there taking me to the crisis center.
This is why i hadnt told her.
Im scared...
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