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the blind is broken on the back door where I try the handle maybe one two three four times before bed my foot treads wear a furrow into carpet pile patrolling by the mile a circuit I navigate from door to window and back again checking checking my doorbell's camera eye spies on the street outside intruder alerts on my phone warn of incoming...... something all so I can complete a nights sleep with one ear open tossing turning I have covered all eventualities except the Bogeyman in my head under the bed
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Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 8:00 PM UTC
OCD
the blind is broken on the back door where I try the handle maybe one two three four times before bed my foot treads wear a furrow into carpet pile patrolling by the mile a circuit I navigate from door to window and back again checking checking my doorbell's camera eye spies on the street outside intruder alerts on my phone warn of incoming...... something all so I can complete a nights sleep with one ear open tossing turning I have covered all eventualities except the Bogeyman in my head under the bed
OCD, it will always haunt me!
nigdaw
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60/M/Essex, UK.
Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 8:00 PM UTC
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