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GroundedAngel

I am in my youth, I have experienced a lot for my age. My passions just aren't enough for me anymore. ~From where I sit with broken wings I dream to fly away ~The soothing breeze, farewell the stars, today will be the day ~Turn in grace and take it's hand, oblivion pulls me tight ~Falling backwards to meet with death, off to join the night The end of this poem, Faded, I wrote in my first few years of depression. I've tried to vent and ramble on social media but I think anonymous would be better. Not to hide my pain, but conceal heartbreak. Please help me.

That haunting memory.

by GroundedAngel 6/19/2014

written by GroundedAngel

I’m new and I just want to say, this is to get my thoughts down on paper but nor bottle them up or keep them as secrets.

I’ll go ahead, without sugar-coating it. I’m an ex rape victim.
Which is funny, I don’t get why it’s known as being an ex victim. It scars you mentally and emotionally and sometimes physically, but I guess it’s happened and it’s not happening anymore. When I was younger, I can remember being put to bed at the house of my grandmother’s on their bed and when I woke up I was crying and my legs […]

6/19/2014 3 comments