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Date Posted: 20:00:23 05/16/05 Mon
Author: Astrid
Subject:
It's the cycle of life..


It had happened before, when she was younger and still in the foster homes. Her mother would call, or social services would get ahold of them, tell them that she had been very much improved as of late, and her foster parents would take her to visit her mother - something every little girl needed. The conversations would start out fine, but would eventually develop into a chat about conspiracies and infestations, and all sorts of other things. This had been 100% worse than anything she'd experienced as a child - she'd been wandering downtown, enjoying the day, enjoying being out of the apartment when she'd actually run into her - untempered, full on crazy - she was a mess, and even the five minutes she'd spent trying to edge away had been full of destruction - progress that Astrid had made on her own, the long way that she'd come, the walls she'd built and all the effort she'd put into healing herself without the help of a therapist were slowly tearing away like the loose end of a knit sweater. She sat in her joined room, her knees drawn up, chin rested on them. She didn't feel like she was safe outside, she didn't feel like she was safe in here - she was experiencing a moment of complete veunerability.

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