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Aug 2020
from first light to
almost new
i let rage cry
She sat in myΒ Β chair
followed me to town, to bring me down,
sometimes she stayed invisible,
feeling her, still made me feel sad,
bad, angry and mad.
wish I went to bed earlier,
she's sitting with me now,
tomorrow merged with today,
hope rage and sadness have had their say,
I honoured those guests 21 hours long,
maybe they got what they need,
tomorrow I hope i find ****.
dont need ****
but that day was a hard day
just when you think you have healed all that
another trauma surfaces
Rachel Lady Durand
Written by
Rachel Lady Durand  F/Ireland
(F/Ireland)   
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     ---, --- and Imran Islam
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