All these years, It still haunts me and it crosses my mind more than it should. Being the butt of jokes; wishing I could keep my mouth shut; wanted to fix it but digging myself deeper and deeper into a hole of despair as I sat there; my feelings in full view; a sitting duck; with snipers all around me; all waiting to take their shot at me. And every time I get those feelings again; I think of that moment and I recoil; trembling in fear; a dog with a tail between it’s legs. I only blame myself. Why did I feel so deeply? Why did it hurt so bad. And why don’t I have an answer. An unresolved maze of a mystery; after all these years.
A valentine’s day poem
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Hello, my name is Dave. I love to write, it is my passion, I try to be vulnerable and honest in all of my posts. I hope to use writing to make a difference in the lives of others and help myself in the process; this blog has been very therapeutic and I can't believe I never took the time to write in the " about me" section. I am not a professional writer but it would be a dream of mine to be published. Please take the time to read this blog and feel free to comment anytime. View all posts by revolutionarymusings
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Maybe you’re an empath Dave. Amazing how many of them get branded as depressed and other disorders because they’re overwhelmed by ambient emotion.
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Maybe I am; I don’t know the difference between sensitivity and being an empath
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Sensitive is you have strong emotions. Being an empath means that you literally absorb the emotions of those around you. If you find you tend to emotionally mirror those around you and the moods of the bloggers you read, you MIGHT be empathic.
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That’s good to know. Thank you
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Reblogged this on Autism Candles Blog.
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