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Feb 2023
I used to be strong
but I'm not anymore.
I need to find land
but its harder to search for
I want to feel safe
but I'm stuck bleeding on the floor.

old comforts are my safe house
they always helped when I was alone.
I can feel myself dragging through the motions
slowly crippling myself and turning to stone.
constantly checking my notifications to see if you're there,
only to be reminded that I'm on my own.
Written by
kaela  18/F/home<3
(18/F/home<3)   
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