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Conflicted Pieces Of Myself, By: Teri Dourmashkin

March 26, 2025 by Teri Dourmashkin

Conflicted Pieces Of Myself, By: Teri Dourmashkin

My inner child screams and wails.
She wants to feel safe, only torrents of hail.
My teenager rails at the injustice of fate.
Fighting demons, they dance with such hate.
My adult self-cries in anguish and pain.
Give me some peace, let me feel sane.
I close my eyes, sail on riverboats that fly.
Now I know why I need to cry.

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