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Trauma and abuse sits deep in your head, it leaves marks everywhere on your mind and soul. Wounds that never heal, destined to bleed for years. Even if you survive the trauma, the flashbacks will keep up.This book auf poetry, is the dirty tissue of the trauma, abuse, and neglect I've experienced my whole life, especially the past few months to years.The endless nights I spend mourning in grief, first written down with shaky hands, trying to reflect the pain I was in. Rereading and rewriting the mirror of my own soul, so you read it as it´s meant - fully aware that what you´re experiencing…mehr

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Trauma and abuse sits deep in your head, it leaves marks everywhere on your mind and soul. Wounds that never heal, destined to bleed for years. Even if you survive the trauma, the flashbacks will keep up.This book auf poetry, is the dirty tissue of the trauma, abuse, and neglect I've experienced my whole life, especially the past few months to years.The endless nights I spend mourning in grief, first written down with shaky hands, trying to reflect the pain I was in. Rereading and rewriting the mirror of my own soul, so you read it as it´s meant - fully aware that what you´re experiencing while skipping through these pages, is your own tragic story triggered by a strangers words.And while some think they would know how I felt, I promise, not even I know for sure.
Autorenporträt
I am an amature writer / poet. I write [poetry] since I was a kid. I can¿t remember when or how I first started, or even began to read poetry. I simply love how I find myself a bit in every written sentence and hope someone relates to my words, as I relate to others. I don¿t wanna do this to gain reputation or money, besides the fact it would be extremely unrealistic anyway. I just wanna write and share, because I love this form of art and it helps me cope with all the traumatic experiences I have been through. It makes me breath easier, when I bring the pain on paper and let it out, either directly or through metaphors. Perhaps I even inspire someone, someday. Who knows.