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Trapped

 
I see him trapped within his own head
Picking at food but never really eating  
Laying down to rest but never really sleeping  
Walking around the house but not knowing where to go
 
I want to tell those shadows that scream at him
To leave him alone and come after me
I want to fight his battles because  
that’s what mothers do
 
That’s the job I signed up for
 
Let me do it
 
 
 
Written by DeaSiciliana
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