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Mar 2018
You broke and dismembered me,
But of course I’ll never let you see.
     Disregard that fake smile, I’ve been practicing it for quite a while.
It falters behind my closed doors,
For there is where I fight my wars.
   I hate being in here anymore,
I hate everything I used to adore.
All the things I found comfort in, Now wrap me in an abundance of sin.
My morning and late afternoon coffee, it now makes my eyes glossy.
My warm blankets and soft bed,
  I’m too afraid to rest my head.
   You’ve taken every safe place,     because now they all remind me of your face.
Autumn Marie
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