>A Sheep Died In A Bog. The Top Of The Sheep’s Back Was Not Submerged And Rotted Away. The Submerged

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And when my heart will not allow me to be seen, what then? Have I not danced in the shadows for far too long? And yet it is home. I fear I have no where else to go. That I would find myself in a grave of broken dreams and despair. To find myself as nothing. ~ B.T.

// The Wiring Event // Documentations

The relentless and purposeful injury to the brain is essential for creating the machine that is the adult product of trauma.

Interference, which is discouraged, allows the development of self-identity, self-assurance, and trust.

Discrediting interference establishes doubt in the machine’s self and surroundings, and ensures consistent and lifelong dependence upon the creators and bystanders.

If I’m not cuddled soon I might die

Oct 25, 2024