I sit at the edge of the fountain whilst all the children play within. There is ample water that does not touch me or cool me. My reflection broken on a thousand surfaces. A thousand eyes. A thousand fears.
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Surfaces
I’m new to this website. As I was reading through some posts, I realized that many people are troubled just like me, and most have probably hid it from the surfaces of their lives and instead wrote it on here, anonymously. All I can say is that I am truly sorry for each and every one of those people. I can’t say that I know how you feel because every situation is different.
I’ve kept my story in the closet for three years now. No one has ever known what I went through. I’m not entirely sure I’m ready to come to terms with it all and admit everything that went […]