My rage is subdued, which doesn’t mean it is ceased 

I have two wolves inside- because of you because of what happened because because because I don’t get it. 

I will not be able erase the past but I worry deeply that I cannot control the future. 

There are not two wolves inside of me. There’s a kind little girl that exists before (still) the world stole her along with the innocence. The other one is still that little girl, but she’s hardened and confused and changed. She doesn’t ever remember the girl who has innocence. She doesn’t understand the complexity of what things could be, might be, should be. 

There will always be a yearning, potentially a void that can never be filled. We talked about this, the feeling of nothingness.