I am the only one who can create the missing piece of the wing. I have created it, and now—I am whole. I now have both wings and I am preparing to fly. I am going to soar above your hate. I am soaring high and above your hurtful words. I have hold of my prey, which was your physical, mental, spiritual and emotional abuse, and took it with me when you let me drown. It is somewhere at the bottom of the ocean with the old me that will never be found again.
Charlena E. Jackson, Dying on The Inside and Suffocating on The Outside
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Dying on the Inside and Suffocating on the Outside
Teen FictionPeople often say that silence is golden. In certain cases, it is. But when someone is suffering from an eating disorder, silence can lead them down a dark and isolated path. A young woman named Skylar has found herself on this path. As she strives t...
