lie and truth and truth and lie
a war inside her head
opposites tear and opposites wear
’til her thoughts leave her for dead
“i must” and “i can’t” come hand in hand
she wants to smile, but only screams
never one or the other, but none or all
as she’s torn apart from the seams
in the quiet they’re silent
but in the chaos they cry
and she bares the scars of their battles
as they conquer, as they divide
A Girl of Broken Glass 
Stream of conscious writing, letting it all out. The outbursts are happening less & I assume as time goes by the inside turmoil will lessen. Just today you said that you were tired & didn’t want to make brownies but in a matter of minutes you were up, happy & baking away…just not fast enough for your impatient Papa who knows about your wonderful baked items. 🎂 🍪🍰👩💻
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Haha thanks
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