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from your loving daughter.
Dear stepmother,
I know you wish we had never been apart, that I would call you, that I could visit you at the seaside so that we could be a family again.
I just want to remind you that I didn't forget:
The way you used me as a punching bag to vent out petty frustrations after you argued with your boyfriend over what to watch on television or eat for dinner.
The way you ripped my hair from my scalp and pulled it as though I were a doll. Sometimes, you liked to stroke it to lull me into a false sense of security, and then yank it without warning, all with a smile on your face.
The way you threatened to kill your boyfriend after you cheated on him with his own cousin.
The way you threatened to kill me and bury me in the garden with him if I dared to speak out.
The way you strangled me (like that time I misremembered your age by one year) until I almost lost consciousness but always let me go at the last second, smirked and said "I could have killed you" in order to keep me "in my
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the night he died.
On a Sunday night in July, I saw my dad die.
We argued over trivial details that afternoon (McDonald's, buses and the weather), and reached a moment of comfortable detachment within an awkward silence. Afterwards, he was preparing a snack for himself. I was texting someone. He asked if I wanted to watch a film. I said that'd be great.
Within a minute, I heard him cough. This was not unusual, but then I heard him struggle to force out the words "Lily*, I'm having an attack."
I jumped up and ran immediately to him, phone at ready to dial emergency services. Then I saw the blood.
As I was on the phone to paramedics, I stayed calm. I don't know how. I gave every piece of information required with perfect control and detail, as I watched blood pouring - like a tap on full blast, like a waterfall - out of my dad's mouth and into the kitchen sink. Some of it bright, some of it dark, some of it thick like tar, some of it clotted and clumped. It just kept coming.
I confirmed he was
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First off, understand that 99% of the literature community here on deviantART will give you just as much in return as you give back to it. It's a natural, human thing. But if you don't give back, you won't receive. That's always the number one thing to remember, but also that we're all here to support each other. Even the most popular of deviants started right where you are. Yes, even the Senior Members and lit CVs were newbies here on this site at one point too. And I know some people are intimidated by Senior Members and literature CVs but these folks are the LAST people to be intimidated by! They're in these positions for the exact opposite reasons-- they're not evil-doers or big bad monsters ready to reject whatever you sugge
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Step 1: Shutting off your Inner Editor.
Everyone has one, right? That little voice which tells you to go back, which tells you that you’ve missed a full stop, which tells you that the story can wait if the punctuation or the point isn’t up to scratch.
You need to learn how to shut them up.
Whether that might be Zen meditation, awkward talks with yourself over coffee, whatever you need; just try to suppress that little voice that automatically checks over your work. Right now, they really are not what you need to focus on. Here are a couple of ideas on how to keep your inner editor quiet.
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I had a relapse
Last night I stayed awake
Staring at the ceiling
Seconds felt like hours
Half consciousness
was messing with my feelings
As hours did pass, all I saw
Were the shadows mimicking your features
A war broke out inside my heart
I was fighting my own creatures
I had a relapse
Just when I gathered enough strength
To stop thinking about you
Thinking of your eyes, so cold...so blue
Imagining your voice screeching out my name
Pulling at my hair knowing it's all inside my brain
I had a relapse
When I finally resolved myself to hate you so
To hate your eyes and hate your voice
The hours bled out and all I felt
Was your absence made a hole inside my soul
And how I feared that I'd never once again
be fully whole.
I had a relapse.
I love you, and I always will
I love your eyes, your smile and voice
Your laugh still gives me chills
And I'm afraid that I cant run away
No matter where..I'll hear your name
And tomorrow I'll relapse again
And while I stay awake
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Hi everyone,

This is bowie-loon123, for the benefit of those I watched seemingly out of the blue. I appreciate that deviantART has changed a lot over time. Many of those I followed whilst an active participant have left, just as I did. I'm so happy to see there are those who stayed, however.

I believe my last sustained burst of activity was in 2012. It is difficult for me to articulate what the last six years have been like. A lot has happened in that time. I have changed.

I had mental health breakdowns, suicide attempts, got raped and sexually violated a good few times, failed at university, became homeless, fell in love, foolishly and selfishly cheated, got deservingly dumped, rekindled the relationship later, built my career, built one of the largest mental health Meetups globally, had a huge fallout with those who abused me in my family, people I care about died and my dad (the only family member I was still in touch with) bled to death in front of me in July.

The summary gives none of that any justice, but here you go.

I have missed deviantART and those I left behind. I'm sorry for disappearing without a trace. You brought me light during dark times, and I never forgot that. :hug:

I have only recently resumed writing, after ceasing to do so for a long time in light of certain traumatic events - some of which I alluded to in brief above, and others I cannot disclose here yet.

Putting it bluntly, my work may just not be as good as it once was. A few have asked if I will write more poetry like those I composed under my previous account. The truthful answer is this: I don't know. For now, I am focused on getting my story out in the open. I would like to compile a biography consisting of a collection of true short stories. I feel that sharing my experiences and then refining my storytelling will help me to achieve this. Perhaps this will incorporate more poetry in the future.

Any support, guidance, constructive feedback or suggestions would be welcome and hugely appreciated. I have hidden much of my past for a number of years (partly due to the fact I was still living in an abusive environment when I initially joined dA all those years ago). I am in a position in my life where I feel ready to share, support and hopefully empower others.

I hope everyone has been well and happy, and I want to stay in touch this time. :heart:

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Serendiipitii Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the support, I really appreciate it :heart:
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thesquareroot Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
thanks for the fave :peace:
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xlntwtch Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2018   Writer
Welcome to :iconnew-latitudes: New-Latitudes!
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Koi--No--Yokan Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2018  Student Writer
Thank you! :)
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PennedinWhite Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the watch, :heart:
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Koi--No--Yokan Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2018  Student Writer
Anytime, thank you for watching me in return! :heart:
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PennedinWhite Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
My pleasure! :heart:
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IIINegativeIII Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2018  New Deviant Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks for the favorite :)
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Koi--No--Yokan Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2018  Student Writer
You're welcome! :)
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IIINegativeIII Featured By Owner Sep 17, 2018  New Deviant Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Sorry for such a late reply, i forgot what this was about...lol

are you also a poet? 
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