How Did I Allow This To Occur?

I remember a little girl, round cheeks and messy blonde hair, she would listen to her father’s tall tales enraptured. In retrospect, I’ve no idea how many of those stories were true. It didn’t matter at all.

Fast forward to a woman of Wall Street, confident and strong with her father holding her up higher than the sky. When he fell, I crumbled – never to return.

I’ve allowed the worst type of creatures climb under my skin and draw my blood. It’s been subtle and left me anemic. Bloodless enough to die.

Where is my savior, before it is too late? Before I break? Show yourself to me before I am lost forever; please!


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