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Jun 2016
doors: heavy
one small window
searching for
a frantic heart

mixed emotions
drive: uneasy
commotion
a tender friend

girl, sedated
small arms bandaged
aid: belated
a worried self
For PM

I never thought I would have to ask myself what I would wear to your funeral. Now I have.

What do you bring for your friend to a psych ward? Everything is so triggering. To be a solid rock is no small task.
Allyson Walsh
Written by
Allyson Walsh  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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