Talking outloud to other people
But I’m alone
Still I get a response
From the people who are always with me

From the beginnings
Friends who will never leave me
When I’m drowning they throw me a rope
If I cry out for help they are there

Multiples of me
But different in beautiful ways
Born from a spark of trauma
Even though they arrived because of bad situations
I’m glad they are here

My brain cannot process
So there are other people to help me
Even when I’m all alone
My multiples are there

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I know the term is technically alters, but I also use multiples because they are comfortable with it. I love having other people because I\'m never alone.