Fractured mind and soul
Tortures that went before
They are my bonding means
Weaving my pieces together
Keeping me from the hole of darkness
Soft whispers in my ear
Bewildering chatting away
Disturbing my waking thoughts
But they are mine to keep
Family of one made up of many
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Kim Schilling
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