I’m not Dysfunctional, Part XCII

So much trauma, lol. I feel like it’s gutting my brain, splitting my insides and killing my soul, brutally. So much trauma, trauma everywhere, so penetrative, such trauma, splitting me open. Dead childhood and ugly abuse all come frothing forward with weakened defense because of drug abuse. Oof, oh, such horror from the past, welling up like a poisoned spring.

Such rejection of me, and who I am, by myself, cordoning off those places so they never see light. Multiple personalities, all vying for obscurity. Dying to be hidden, living to be destroyed.

Ah, I just need more fentanyl, lol.

Yeah, that’s it.

Yeah…

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