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Jul 2020
Breathing deeply, I close the door.
Back to the wall, I sink to the floor.

Heart beating fast as tears burn my eyes.
I hug my knees tightly, I'm half my size.

It's all too much, I've had enough.
I run to my room when life gets rough.

Outside they yell and cry and strafe
but here these four walls keep me safe.

They hide me from the outside world
so I can lay in blankets, curled.

I run and hide and find my escapes
and try to forget my cuts and scrapes.
sarah crouse
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sarah crouse  18/Gender Fluid/south africa
(18/Gender Fluid/south africa)   
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