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Nov 2018
I am falling asleep to my ribs caving in on themselves
My breath short circuiting
A panic attack from the years of surpressed neglect
Dug out of me from therapy paid out of my pocket
I traded this from drinking money
Knowing drinking didn’t make my shadowed memories go away.

Oh, but believe me, I’ve tried.

And you still don’t understand why I never show up for the holidays.
The Willow
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The Willow
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