the dark the dark August 18, 2017 by Preacher's Daughter The dark was my light. It kept me grounded and centered. The darkness quieted the noise of my chaotic life. I didn’t hear my parents fighting or my siblings screaming. The dark was my home. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading... Related
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