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Closets

Be they small, medium or large,
are cubicles of comfort

Places to hide, think, cry,
Drink…

Safe haven to spew all the dark matter, from my heart of gold

Where no one can diminish
my thoughts and how I say them

From the depth of every level of despair, or joy

I shed my fears and loathsome disdain for every upset I endure

Alone yet, not lonely, I share another’s pain

For when I admit to self hate you’ll be there for me, with me

I am whole again, I am enough~
alone in my zone

I’m not coming out of my confessional, my closet.
Written by Honoria
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