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Nov 2020
Piles so high they touch the ceiling

Lies so ***** Pig-Pen scrunches his nose

Every time I try to clean up I only end up digging up things I should have kept buried

The things that hurt people that make the ones closest to me cry

Please don’t come near

I know I won't stop you

I want you to look into my eyes

I can’t help but turn you into stone

But I can't let you

I only let people see what I want them to

I only let me see what I want

If you come near I will give you my pandora’s box

You will open it and wish you could stop

You would see my piles you would see my secrets

Please don’t come near
Inspired by the ***** laundry on my bedroom floor
Written by
Iris  F/New England
(F/New England)   
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