मेरी सख्त हेडमास्टर, मेरी हमनवा…ज़िन्दगी!

ISN’T VALENTINE’S WEEK THE HARDEST OF SOLITARY WANDERERS? AS YOU EASE YOURSELF INTO READING THIS POST, WE SUGGEST YOU MAY JUST SURRENDER COMFORTABLY NOW. ENJOY THIS BI-LINGUAL POST IN WHICH THE NARRATOR RETURNS HOME TO EMPTINESS AND FINALLY STRIKES A CONVERSATION WITH OUR ONE TRUE COMPANION, LIFE IN ITSELF.

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  [Adult] I want to write a story. Of lust. Of you and me

Song in Loop: My Silver Lining – First Aid Kit </br> </br> I want to write a story. About lust. I know you don’t belong to me. I know you know where your home is and it is not in me. I, I am the temporary refuge. And as you finally drop your filters, perhaps with whiskey kicking in and rest your head nonchalantly on my chest, telling me more about your depression, I know I am just a refuge for you.

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  Triggers in Child Sexual Abuse

Do You Know About Triggers? </br> I have decided to write this as a break from making up my mind, to write about another experience of my Child Sexual Abuse. The word 'TRIGGER' It sounds exactly like it is. Makes you freeze and then you die, for some time though. Do you know I carry this heaviness with me 24x7, since the time it has happened! It feels like a dark suffocating ghostly load on my upper back. With claws to dig in my skin. My skin that feels things.

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  Trigger Warning: Contains Life-Story About Child Sexual Abuse & Incest

Caution! Speak Up About CSA is another segment introduced by LeanOnTree. We know it is a difficult subject and has a potential of causing an emotional riot within the reader. Please do not read this entry, if you can get emotionally vulnerable, overwhelmed or unsettled. Even if you choose to read this, please take good care of yourself. Have comfort food, be around with people who care about you,

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  Sexual Abuse of Me and my Mind: The Earliest Memory

My blood boils. You think it will evaporate, leaving me dead and pale after all the irregular menstruation every month, but no. I exist. I still feel the anger in multi folds that I used to. Even after almost a decade now. Wow! About ten years. And it still feels like yesterday. <img class="img-responsive center-block" alt="CSA" src="/img/sexual-abuse-of-me-and-my-mind/sexual-abuse-of-me-and-my-mind-1.jpg" width=50% heigth=50% /> </br> My earliest memory of my sexual abuse is my first cousin feeling my per-pubescent chest and remarking that I don't have any breast.

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