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Face The Day
Hiding in the bathroom, there's a sickness in me.
It comes when I want to get away.
Hiding in plain sight, just long enough until it's safe to come out.
Is it sick of me? Needing space?
Something doesn't want me to face the day.
It comes when I want to get away.
Hiding in plain sight, just long enough until it's safe to come out.
Is it sick of me? Needing space?
Something doesn't want me to face the day.
Published 4th Jun 2019
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4th Jun 2019 11:49pm
I know the feeling💔 anxiety sucks! What a beautiful shorty you’ve got here though!
