She hid from the world,
Her triggers,
And all her responsibilities.
She hid between the layers of her duvet,
Like she did as a child.
It was her fortress.
It held her in,
And kept her problems out.
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC
She hid from the world,
Her triggers,
And all her responsibilities.
She hid between the layers of her duvet,
Like she did as a child.
It was her fortress.
It held her in,
And kept her problems out.
Trying to get past my writer's block, and I've been struggling with my social anxiety recently. I would appreciate any critique and suggestions to make this better.
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