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Every night,
I bury myself in a grave
of blankets and nightmares.
Fortunately, it’s shallow enough
to crawl out of
every morning.
 Feb 2020 Emily Mitchell
Chris
No one would know of the battles they fought,
Their tear tracks long dried after they cried alone again at night.
Their demon woke in the darkness, taunting and teasing,
Their mind fought them fiercely, trying not to give in.
Night for night they struggled, they didn’t want to cease fighting,
but even the strongest would give in,
If their sanity was leaving.
the breaking
of
one wave
could never
explain
the entire
ocean
 Feb 2020 Emily Mitchell
Elena
A candlelit rage
Dances in Shadow and Light
Flickering our flame.
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