the angel from your nightmare
Everything seems to make sense. The scattered pieces of thee puzzle are coming together to form a picture - more specifically, THE ANSWER. Everything is a lie. I am the exact opposite of what I was made to believe of myself. I am not the wound nor the wounded, I am not the issue. I am but a scab (among the many), covering up a bigger and much deeper wound. I have been used to divert the attention away from a more diverse and complicated nightmare that one has attempted to bury before, but cannot forget....
I AM NOT THE ONE!