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Some days I still open my eyes with silent panic that as I awaken, I'll be held down. At 8AM light streams past the gap above your curtains. Broken, I'm relearning safety. 7 years of surviving but now in your red sheets, I do not fear being held so much.
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Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 11:28 PM UTC
Cinnamon Chai
Some days I still open my eyes with silent panic that as I awaken, I'll be held down. At 8AM light streams past the gap above your curtains. Broken, I'm relearning safety. 7 years of surviving but now in your red sheets, I do not fear being held so much.
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29/M/American
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 11:28 PM UTC
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