To heal the wound I walk among the pines
Sometimes the wheat field
Each softly whispers.
When Winter comes
She weeps snow upon my cheeks,
Cold and fresh
Reminding me I am changed.
Sarah's Take - Dissociative Identity Disorder Unplugged: A true and raw telling of the thoughts, musings, meanderings of a woman with a Dissociative Disorder, Sarah's Take takes readers on a little ride through what most people can't really imagine.
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