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The First Time It Ever Happened


citygirl18

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I don't remember it.

I just remember the before and the after. 

I remember it like poetry.

 

So, here it goes:

I woke up one morning,

drowning in blue.

That morning,

My walls were torn,

And 

I watched the world float by

like a boat on the water.

It was the moment before morning

right before the sun breaks through,

and the world begins. 

I remembered it for the first time in a therapist office. The memory never addresses what happened that first time. I don't think I was there. I remember laying there in my bed, staring up at the world. Staring at the beauty of the blue splashed across my walls and drowning my whole world in it. I remember afterward. Crying. Stumbling. Reaching into my dresser. I put on a shirt. Buttoned it wrong. Threw on some pants. I remember crying at school. It was picture day. I wore the wrong outfit.

I grew nauseous in that therapist's office. 

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