I haven't many conscious memories from my childhood. Under hypnosis I could recall my childhood in excruciating detail. Mom beating A and me too little to help anyone.
Why violence makes me so angry. And why I always made allowances for A. And why I never told on her for fear mom would kill her.
It's amazing how much pain a little body can hold without withering and drying up. Dying. No wonder I never liked being alive.
Noticed how the default color is lighter than black.
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