I’ll find myself again. My mother asks me, listens, tells me and tells me again, that she worries no

I’ll find myself again. My mother asks me, listens, tells me and tells me again, that she worries now. The words red in the air, leaving heat all over my skin. I am sorry mother, for who I was and for who I’ve become now. Lost myself in the chaos. But I’ll find myself. I promise. Underneath these scars there must be something, someone.  -- source link

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