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Mar 2015
I am truly myself in the bathroom.

The switch of the locked bathroom brings out the me that I see.

The me that I am always afraid to be.

I look in the mirror and I see myself not what others see.

It's not a monster that I see but an ugly being trying to hide whatever that would make me a monster.


I am a monster to be.


The bathroom is where my cage is.

The bathroom is where I rattle and fight until I break out.
Nora
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Nora  23/Mars
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