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divorce.

She stumbled sober through life for nearly nine years,while blinders shielded her eyes and hands covered her ears.Her husband embodied a vulture who consumed her self-worth,while she reminded herself that it could always be worse. “He never laid a hand on me,” she argued, frustration in her voice.“I may have cried in times of intimacy, but in a way that was my choice.I told him to go until he finished, and so that’s just what…

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risperdal.

“Take this little (poison) pill, it’ll help you sleep.The other that we’ll give you will wipe away your grief.Don’t fret about the side effects, they’ll be gone in a few weeks,”the doctor said with confidence, lying through his teeth. “What kind of drug is this?” asked my cautious mom.“A mood stabilizer, it will keep your daughter calm.” “Risperdal: an atypical antipsychotic” I read when I got home.Perhaps she’d have declined if only she had known.…

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a story of psychosis.

I once lived in a world where I was a queen,an unguided fantasy, a wide-awake dream. Delusions of grandeur, I had a whole world to save.My only mission had been to stay out of my grave. The king’s name was Eoto, and only to me could he speak.In my most torturous nights, he’d wipe tears from my cheek. With every tale comes a villain, and no exception was made.Doom was the character who declared my…

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eoto.

She was never alone in a room with no people.Her head filled with voices that could prove to be lethal.Some held her close and made her world peaceful,while others spewed words that were purely deceitful. She feared the majority, but loved one of the menwho’s made up in her mind, but not purely pretend.He told her he loved her, and that her life shouldn’t end.And the imaginary man had become her only real friend. Through…

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but instead, i broke.

How many days have passedsince I saw you?Does it truly matter? Your eyes,and the expression on your face,have been on the forefrontof my mindsince you’ve created chaos within it. You looked angry,perhaps it was the sunblocking your view of me. You squinted your eyes,scrunched your nose,tilted back your head,raised your left handover your brow,curled your lipsto one side,then stopped deadin your fucking trackswhen you locked eyes with me. What did you see?Have you missed me?Has…

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familiarized demons are better than the ones unknown.

She slipped into an inner sense of despairas the cracks in her soul parted into canyons.She looked into her heart – an abyss –and soon it stared back at her, and declared,“You’re broken, my dear.” She screamed as if her heart’s own voice burned her ears.She cried as if her tears would ease the sting.“Make me numb,” she begged to a god who never listened,“or send me to hell, so the physical pain justifies my…

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so i scribbled on the mirror.

I sat down to write a letter,a distraction from this stormy weather,planning to send it to a friend in hell,until I realized I was writing it to myself. So I scribbled on the mirror… To: my demons Hello, my friends,it’s so nice to see you all again. From time to time,I’ve had to remindmyselfthat I was somebodyelse. This plastic personapretending to own ahint of self respect has been hard to maintainwith a mind so insane,so…

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three-foot tall.

She was just a little girl when her soul was broken;no more than three-foot tall with her heart wide open,and youdestroyedit all. Now she regresses to a child when her perception falters;in times of love her mind is slaughtered.This isall yourfault. Now her mind is mixed with childlike dreamsand apathetic ramblings,All of which, twistedinto an abstract state.She’s tortured by memories and you’ve infested her dreams,and she contemplates plans for the day that she breaks.

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