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I wanted to share some of my early poetry right after I broke up with my narcissist. This was in the thick of my trauma bond. These were the worst of my days. I would cry for hours on the floor begging my mother for permission to unalive myself.
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NARCISSISTIC ABUSE KILLS!!!
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I feel trapped inside my own mind,
running around in a fog, lost in time.
Endless loops, thoughts repeating,
an agonizing cycle, my sanity depleting.
Confusion consumes, thoughts hijacked,
by narcissistic hate, my mind attacked.
An out-of-body experience, I wander astray,
lost in this labyrinth, unable to find my way.
Purgatory's embrace, this must be,
where souls linger, longing to be free.
Like a ghost, I wander, unable to move on,
trapped in this limbo, where hope is gone.
An endless loop of tears and sorrow,
each day blending into a bleak tomorrow.
I feel like I have died, yet still I remain,
captured in this prison of eternal pain.
My mind, a labyrinth of anguish untold,
where darkness reigns and dreams unfold.
No rhyme or reason, no metrical scheme,
just a chaotic echo of my silent screams.
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