Underneath The Shadow

I wasn’t picked up spun around like little children ought to be. You were supposed to protect the child within, not try and destroy what could have been. Many dreams I woke up to a true story nightmare. For years it was like a ghost I couldn’t see underneath the shadow tree, that I still carry with me so tragically. You should have been the one that taught what real protection ought to be. For years I went back constantly trying to see why you hated me, so desperately. After years

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