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The City of Spiritual Healing

I wonder what it'd be like to be accepted while growing up.

I was the son a dad wished they had.


I would play by myself and create stories were I controlled the structure of the narrative. In my stories, I was a main character.


My body aged. My imagination remained.


I see the world as a story. My life, a novel.


I told myself I was finally "safe."


Safety is an allusion.

Boundaries put in our mind.

To control the fear that controls you.


I do not fear suffering. I do not enjoy it.


I do it for the girl I use to be.


Until the next post

Cheri







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