survivors guilt (foster care)
The sun begins to rise,
the calmness in me dies.
My alarm pierces my ear,
Still nothing seems clear.
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The sun begins to rise,
the calmness in me dies.
My alarm pierces my ear,
Still nothing seems clear.
Do you have a story to tell? We invite you to share your truth on our get involved page.