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Dec 2021
This feeling is familiar,
It crept its way onto my skin,
Dug a hole into my chest,
Made a home within my bones.
In the hollowness,
It found a sanctuary.
That heavy ache within,
Feels lighter every day,
I’ve been bitten by that pesky bug,
Who was hiding in the dark,
Waiting till my armor broke,
To root itself within.
Em
Written by
Em  F/Great White North.
(F/Great White North.)   
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