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Jan 2019
You welcome me into your arms,
As I arrive, alive, undead
You've seen me at my worst before,
You hold me while I shake with dread.

It feels so comfortable here
I keep coming back when I'm blue.
When will I learn to stay away?
I don't know how I'll escape you.
Back to square one
Written by
Marya123  26/F
(26/F)   
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