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Like my pair of safety scissors I leave the mesh on my window intact My outlets remain hidden in their covers My keys tucked away in a different drawer each day. The pills down the toilet drain only to be bought over and over again. The razors tossed out after a longing caress My weighted blanket anchoring me to my bed Pulling all the stops to keep my mind from repeating “I’d be better off dead”.
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Aug 22, 2023
Aug 22, 2023 at 11:14 AM UTC
cautious living
Like my pair of safety scissors I leave the mesh on my window intact My outlets remain hidden in their covers My keys tucked away in a different drawer each day. The pills down the toilet drain only to be bought over and over again. The razors tossed out after a longing caress My weighted blanket anchoring me to my bed Pulling all the stops to keep my mind from repeating “I’d be better off dead”.
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Aug 22, 2023
Aug 22, 2023 at 11:14 AM UTC
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