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I'm clinging to the wreckage of my childhood.
The sun has set on my infancy, and at a time when I should be embracing my impending (impended) adult life, I'm crying. Lamenting a time not so long gone, and yet so deeply interred.
I can't live in this world as a woman
and I can't explain it here, now, where men will read it. Yes, thats how disgusted I am. I scorned the puritannicals once. Forgive me father. I knew not what I did.