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I am afraid of walking into the darkness and finding that there is no one there but me. I am afraid of holding on too tight to nothing. I am afraid of the punishment that is all in my head. But I want to protect what is growing here. I am not alone any more. I can be seen. I am not going to leave the wounded child behind. I will keep crying those tears and hoping that hope until I reach the center or don't. I am real. Everything inside is real. No one can take that away. In the center there is light, there is hope.
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Last Updated( May 06, 2009 )
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reviewed by:
Harry Croft, MD (Psychiatrist)
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