Broken No More 6

When I was eight, I jumped into the deep end of a public pool where our friends had gathered for a party. The only problem was, I had forgotten how to swim. Three years before that, a neighbor had taught me to swim. But right after that we moved to…

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Broken No More 5

We’ve all been wounded. We all bear scars. Some scars still twinge with pain and an occasional itch that runs deep below the surface of the skin. Words, wielded without a warning and without regard prick our hearts with pain. Cowards, who conceal their true character behind titles, roles and…

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