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At The Door
Curled up in the corner
in dead of the night.
Afraid of darkness
and praying for light.
Eyes peer from the ceiling.
Hands reach from the floor.
Hearts beat from the walls
and he stands at the door.
No chemical shields me.
No masquerade hides.
The sweat of my body,
the fear in my eyes.
He’s pounding and pounding
and growing in strength.
He’s ...
Tuesday 13th February 2024 4:10 am
If They're Good So Are You
28.09.21
It gets better,
a friend once said
You’re not a bad person
Shouldn’t wish you were dead
Everyone is their own worst critic,
He said to me
And when he needs an ear,
I listen intently
We swap stories,
One back and one forth
Lighten the load,
Keep each other on course
When friends are down
I feel it too
When people are sa...
Wednesday 29th September 2021 1:47 pm
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