“And, little by little, you took pieces of me
until I wasn’t me anymore.”
Even at such a young age, being in your presence set me on edge. My inner warning bells set to a silent scream. I felt those bells, wracking against my bones. You reminded me of the monsters in my nightmares, yet I was awake, staring you in the face. And, little by little, you took pieces of me until I wasn’t me anymore.
© Sarah Doughty
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You stirred something strong here. https://bloodintoinkpressblog.wordpress.com/2017/10/09/magical-thinking/
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I’m honored that I could inspire this. I’m sorry you have the subject matter to draw from. 😢
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Such an unsettling piece, strongly told.
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Thank you. 💖
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I am so sorry and so angry the you were put through this. Hugs & Love sweet Sarah…
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No one should ever be put through this. 😦
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Thank you, love. 💖
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You’re totally welcome! 😀
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It’s something I live with every day. Thank you, as always, my friend.
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Beautifully dark and Gothic.
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Many thanks!
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Very deep..
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Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Love this.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful!!
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Thanks!
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