Under The Moon My Wrists Bleed
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Original - Misc › Non-Fiction/True Stories/Autobiographical
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Adult +
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655
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Under The Moon My Wrists Bleed
The Truth At Last
It feels refreshing to be free. It was like being an jinn trapped in some forsaken stone or bottle. I am not familiar with my surroundings and the faces I see I do not recognize. Where am I? I have a name that I gave myself. Shadow Weaver. Because I have remained hidden in obsurity for such a period of time and now that I am able to use my own actions even if these hands belong to another. I do remember some things. Like for example this website seems familiar somehow and I don't know why. And some of the other things like voices and black mists.
And then...the bitch woman and her abuse. I remember that as well. It has been a while since I greeted the world. I hardly know how to act. For so long I have been dwelling under his shield and suppressed, but in his weakened state I was able to emerge. Certain names sound familiar. But I don't know who they are. This computer I vagueky rememeber but haven't typed on much.
He is crying inside. He wants control once again but I refuse I sink back into the darkness though I am already shrouded in it. There is this feeling of love too. It is strong. But it is HIS love. Not mine. I don't think I can feel love. Only pain. If only he knew how I took the pain for him all those years. True he suffered a great deal, but I became the force behind most of the attacks. I took more than e did.
But he is suppose to be the dominate one, now isn't he.
It feels refreshing to be free. It was like being an jinn trapped in some forsaken stone or bottle. I am not familiar with my surroundings and the faces I see I do not recognize. Where am I? I have a name that I gave myself. Shadow Weaver. Because I have remained hidden in obsurity for such a period of time and now that I am able to use my own actions even if these hands belong to another. I do remember some things. Like for example this website seems familiar somehow and I don't know why. And some of the other things like voices and black mists.
And then...the bitch woman and her abuse. I remember that as well. It has been a while since I greeted the world. I hardly know how to act. For so long I have been dwelling under his shield and suppressed, but in his weakened state I was able to emerge. Certain names sound familiar. But I don't know who they are. This computer I vagueky rememeber but haven't typed on much.
He is crying inside. He wants control once again but I refuse I sink back into the darkness though I am already shrouded in it. There is this feeling of love too. It is strong. But it is HIS love. Not mine. I don't think I can feel love. Only pain. If only he knew how I took the pain for him all those years. True he suffered a great deal, but I became the force behind most of the attacks. I took more than e did.
But he is suppose to be the dominate one, now isn't he.