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Aug 2023
Slipping,seeping,it pours out of me.
A black hole, i find myself sinking into.
I watch and i wait for you to pick me up and tell me everything will be okay.
Aim for perfection, I lost my direction;
I need your help.
The black hole, it opens up and it calls out to me.
I cover it up and seal it shut, maybe then it can't grab me.
I don't want to fall in again, black seeps through the cracks, trying to reach me.
If I love your darkness, but hate mine; what does that make me
Meg Thompson
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Meg Thompson  32/F
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