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May 6
I wish to heal, not get burned again

I wish to not re-open my wounds,

But rather let old scars fade

I don’t want to be unhappy

I have the privilege of knowing where my happy place is

Alas, there I cannot go, here I must reside
sometimes our safe haven is temporarily closed, so where do i go?
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Soni  F
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