Childhood horrors. How they shape, ruin, direct, challenge our entire adult lives, leaving hauntings that lay supposedly dormant that jump out from time to time and yell boo, frighten then run away for a little while. Never gone, untalked so fester quietly, sometimes not so. Parents so badly needed, sometimes so badly wanted but not.
You made me cry, made me remember, made them say boo.
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Date: 2013-03-17 09:24 pm (UTC)You made me cry, made me remember, made them say boo.