Machs Nix

On tiptoe—careful not to make a sound. Afraid that the broken pieces of my heart would further shatter if I miss a step. If I choose to carry the shame in silence, will it hurt less? I can’t even grieve for the things that I lost. Lost—I lost something. My safe place, my clarity. A…

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  I remember when I was a kid, I was probably in 5th grade, I was accused of sending a lewd and profane text to a relative, I can't really recall the specific content of the text but it's something along the lines of cursing someone, it was an offensive word which I couldn't have…