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Heart Shards
The shards of my broken heart cut deep.
- Feb 3, 2019
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I watched Frankenstein and It set something off inside of me. I related intensely to things such as: being brought to life without my will; constant social rejection; I'm not the prettiest woman; have occasional fits of rage towards my creators--God and my parents. Why did they think it was important that I exist? To suffer, to feel, to care, to think, exist--that is pure hell. And to quote Frankenstein, "You created these emotions and then didn't tell me how to use them, or anything about them." I have autism, so I feel like a monster, an alien. Like it's everyone else's world and I'm temporarily visiting. And I ask my creator to end my life every night. Perhaps, he will lead me somewhere I belong, where existence is no longer a never ending hell. Thanks for listening, Willow
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