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Hey everyone. I'm Lysa. I'm new here. And I'd love to fill out the registration thing but it's not letting me see the entry apparently. . . so I'm not sure if someone wants to send me that or if I should just make something up.

Either way, I'm glad to be here, and I'll give more info when I know what to say. And when it's not almost four in the morning.

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Why is it when I am asked by the people I trust the most

"What is wrong?"

"What is bothering you?"

"What is really on your mind?"

I don't have an answer.
Why?
Something is so wrong, I can feel it.
I want to curl up sobbing.
But I can't say why,
I'm out of hell and pretty much in heaven.
But the memories and the nightmares keep reminding me of what happened.
And I can't stop grieveing for the one childhood I lost, the 11 years of my life I will never get back.