Sep 2017
My demons howling at the door,
are desperate to get inside.
I debate for but a moment,
and then fling it open wide.
Better to brace myself for impact,
than to run and try to hide...
are desperate to get inside.
I debate for but a moment,
and then fling it open wide.
Better to brace myself for impact,
than to run and try to hide...
It's dark inside my head. Who turned out the lights?
(27/F/Ontario)
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