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Sep 2019
Some days I still open my eyes with silent panic that as I awaken, I'll be held down.
At 8AM light streams past the gap above your curtains. Broken, I'm relearning safety.

7 years of surviving but now in your red sheets, I do not fear being held so much.
Written by
Kyle Huckins  29/M/Oregon
(29/M/Oregon)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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