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Dissociation
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My first experience with altersA Story by Trinathe system partner explains his experience with meeting alters. |
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System IdentityA Story by Trinaabout our opinion on system identity |
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where’d i go?A Story by madelinea piece about losing myself |
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Pregnancy and Childbirth With A Stranger, My Own B..A Story by Invisible Ink“Home Birth” On The FarmWhen I was a younger woman thinking about pregnancy and babies, but nowhere near having one, I dreamed of a natura.. |
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Dissociating Little AngelA Poem by Annie CoramThere is a statue lying perfectly still in a lovely garden.She’s beauty carefully dug out of marble.Roses with thorns grow around her figure.Ivy.. |
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Digital SkyA Poem by B. StearnsOf confronting Dissociation. |
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How I meet youA Poem by snailA synopsis of dissociation and the disarray of developing mechanisms to cope with physical contact. |
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White painted wallsA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..Between your white painted walls I stand in a corner and I look for the little cracks where there used to be something once we used to .. |
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We are the deer and we are the tigerA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..It's primal. A deer, hunted by a tiger, notices the danger in time, runs away in time, saves himself; when he looks behind, he evaluates: .. |
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A lamb in a family of teethA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..A lamb in a family of teeth will spin wool into claws. Running only leads the way into the black; domain of yellow eyes. The distance.. |
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Even your gaze burnsA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..When eyes only mean to caress, but hands can't contain their strength, even your gaze burns. I can no longer return to before I was f.. |
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The sun is dyingA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..The sun is dyingand I haven't saved up enough lightMy shelter is filled with rows ofbottled rays, stored pieces of shimmering whiteEnough to last me a.. |
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An empty cageA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..I am outside the door, peering in but I don't knock; I don't want to wake the past. I am outside the door, but I'm not on the outside; I'm .. |
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I had no bodyA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..I had no body; no shape described me. I was confined by loneliness, but I was free. Floating in the sky I could see a light; so bright but .. |
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Where there's a wolfA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..Where there's a lamb,the wolves are never far.I hide within a carcass full ofmeat, so the wolves don't knowthat it's me, as they begintheir feast.I we.. |
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