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she encourages me to draw the curtains i'm on her couch for an hour or so explaining to me that, "all men aren't serpents." even if he's slithered in my bed... around my throat reminds me, "isolation is a birdcage he'll never know you if you're ruffled and shy" yet, i cannot find the courage to engage my craving for adventure is... out of supply she listens to stubborn reasoning and woe allows me to sit in unanswered silence she's heartening every wednesday even though my distaste for growth is shown through defiance
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Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 12:12 AM UTC
call the elevator for the fourth floor
she encourages me to draw the curtains i'm on her couch for an hour or so explaining to me that, "all men aren't serpents." even if he's slithered in my bed... around my throat reminds me, "isolation is a birdcage he'll never know you if you're ruffled and shy" yet, i cannot find the courage to engage my craving for adventure is... out of supply she listens to stubborn reasoning and woe allows me to sit in unanswered silence she's heartening every wednesday even though my distaste for growth is shown through defiance
For myself It's been a while. Growing is hard. Opening myself up is even harder.
allyson-walsh
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Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 12:12 AM UTC
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