A boy was born.
10 fingers, 10 toes...perfect.
A beautiful baby boy...
he grows into a sweet toddler,
walking, testing, playing, crying, laughing...
He becomes school age,
anxious for school, anxious to grow up...
He plays sports, he is so smart...
He is happy, he is a big brother...
He is an old soul,
always thinking of others...so much an empath...
He also was sick alot.
as a baby, as a toddler, as a young boy...always sick..
He attends preschool, kindergarten,
first grade, second grade...
He turns 8 yrs old...Happy Birthday....
Happy last birthday...
He becomes sick, again, what is wrong now???
He has cancer...in the brain....he IS truly sick now....
No jokes, no attention getting illness, no cure....
A beautiful baby boy, perfect...but born to die...
Welcome to the world, Gage....
Goodbye...said the world...you were only...
Born to Die
I've just discovered I have D.I.D. Its not easy for me or my alters. As you read these blog entries, some are by me and some are by them. Each one us expressing a moment of joy or frustration as we learn to adapt to our new life and flood of bad memories.
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You know, as much as I complain about being lonely and isolated, I enjoy my solitude so much. I enjoy being able to get away to my own sp...
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So I have decided to legally change my name to Sparrow. Legally it is still Melissa. But I am no longer Melissa, and for the past 3 yrs I ...
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So lots have been going on....first and foremost, this hurricane....I feel so bad for Florida and the Carolinas.we here in VA, at Roanoke, ...
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So, yesterday, monday the 11th was my dads actual birthdate. The family threw a party for him the day before, that i was not aware of. Bu...
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