Rotting Flesh. Life is a Story - story.one

Trauma and abuse sits deep in your head, it leaves marks everywhere on your mind and soul. Wounds that never heal, destined to bleed for years. Even if you survive the trauma, the flashbacks will keep up.This book auf poetry, is the dirty tissue of the trauma, abuse, and neglect I've experienced my whole life, especially the past few months to years.The endless nights I spend mourning in grief, first written down with shaky hands, trying to reflect the pain I was in. Rereading and rewriting the mirror of my own soul, so you read it as it´s meant - fully aware that what you´re experiencing while skipping through these pages, is your own tragic story triggered by a strangers words.And while some think they would know how I felt, I promise, not even I know for sure.

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I am a young author from Germany, sharing my vulnerability on pieces of matter. As long as I write these lines, all past tears and drops of blood I shed weren't wasted - and perhaps another soul will not only read my words, but carry those with them in any form or way. I always say that I am born in the wrong generation, and I'm not sure where I belong but surely somewhere in the past my heart would've been carried more soft. I'm not good to write about myself, or maybe I'm not a good writer overall - but that's not my responsibility to judge, since we are our own dearest critic. I don't seek to be the new Stephen King; I could never make it that far, my only wish is to be seen and heard, even by those unknown. Please carry on now and create your own work of art.