childhood
Half of my childhood forgotten, or rather, hidden in my mind. Suffering until I forget shouldn't be possible, let alone having to hide it. As the years go by, the past weighs even more. How do I get all this pain out if I don't want to shout it out? Feeling ashamed about something like this only adds to the pain that already weighs on me.
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