The Spot

October 9, 2008
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There is a black spot in the middle of my soul. It grows the deeper they push and pull at me. It grows with fears, wants, and dreams fading away.
A man created this when I was young. He hurt me, and will never leave my mind.Once word reached out they told me, “You will be fine” and, “ nothing will happen again” But they lie! The spot grows deeper and bigger every chance it gets. I feel it tear me apart on the inside when I hear her cry at night. Telling her self, “ I’m a failure.” “There is nothing I can do to help them.” There is a black spot in the middle of my soul. I am learning to try and stop this thing. This pain, this hurt from growing.





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