Staring…

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Staring…

Staring poetry story page by Jenni Bailey reflecting emotional trauma and introspection blog page

Have you ever been so traumatized that the only comfort you find is staring, just staring?  Well, I do.  I stare into my computer, and sing my heart out, or just sit there thinking of dark moments in my life.  I breathe life into them because I get so lonely in my happiness, and I don’t know why.  I don’t like my darkness, but staring into it allows me to get lost in it, and get numb.  So there’s 2 reasons why I stare, and they’re both unsettling!

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