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Robin Marie Younkin

**Trigger warning: suicide attempt, physical abuse**

It was always there.

Perhaps it began with the overgrown raspberry bushes, their spiky leaves and vines climbed up the wall towards my bedroom window. Maybe it was the knocking on walls, my brother and I in separate rooms for the first time, our childhood Morse code to continue a conversation that felt too important to wait for tomorrow. Or the bloodstains from where my other brother fell through the stained glass panel of the front door, my first memory swimming in crimson and fear. …

Robin Marie Younkin

Self-acceptance work-in-progress. Chai fan. I write about my life and all of its seasons.

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