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Recovery

I should be nurturing this small child. This terribly lonely curled up life who's thirst is so great. The cry is so fierce. I want her to sleep soundly at peace, but she is restless and tired. I want to teach her that life can be cruel and winter is bitter, words can be poison and opinions are like bullets. I want to hold her little fists because they hurt when they pinch and she thinks water is boring. She fights if I hold her tight, hug her goodnight. Her skin blisters in protest and I make my retreat She holds her breath until I can't move, and the pain makes me cry. I should feed her. Grow her and bare her forth. Bu