Healing Wounds
my family tree haunts me,
a imagine i’ve held since a child.
unable to escape and become your own,
stuck in toxic love to only find out it was wrong.
breaking free has become truly whole,
i found love, that healed my soul.
showing me no pain and no harm,
to find out i was raised wrong all along.
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