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Apr 2020
It creeps in with the dead of the night
Every thought, every emotion throughout the day she silently fights
Some one once said β€œit comes in waves”
Memories mixed with self inflicting voices, leave her in a daze
Ritualistically tossing & turning throughout the witching hour
Nothing left, but her own heart to empower
Written: 2020
Robyn Taylor
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Robyn Taylor  31/F/South Africa
(31/F/South Africa)   
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