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They are ******* it- "Them", the lifeless forms Right out of me - every sliver of contentment; I feel it leaving me : soul departing a body Leaving me- the shell of my being. From my bedroom, I see the slice of life Pretty blue skies, birds and evergreen trees. I see  my dusted friends by the bed As "They" perfuse me with their darkness. My four white walls bear silent witnesses, But my angel- she stands guard patiently- Patiently waits as I drown myself in the noises; Hoping to drive away the dark with the loud raps. But then "They" last only for so long; As the goings get tough, I repeat that over-n-over -- Looking for the exit route. I just need to last Until "They" tire out for today. For then, that would be my win for the day.
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May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 5:03 PM UTC
Dementors
They are ******* it- "Them", the lifeless forms Right out of me - every sliver of contentment; I feel it leaving me : soul departing a body Leaving me- the shell of my being. From my bedroom, I see the slice of life Pretty blue skies, birds and evergreen trees. I see  my dusted friends by the bed As "They" perfuse me with their darkness. My four white walls bear silent witnesses, But my angel- she stands guard patiently- Patiently waits as I drown myself in the noises; Hoping to drive away the dark with the loud raps. But then "They" last only for so long; As the goings get tough, I repeat that over-n-over -- Looking for the exit route. I just need to last Until "They" tire out for today. For then, that would be my win for the day.
Dealing with "Them" are so much harder when you are restricted to your house. But we gotta fight it one day at a time - battle with the insecurities, the anxiousness one battle at a time.
namitanna
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May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 5:03 PM UTC
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