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A younger me called out in the darkness
A closet full of skeletons
I’ve got them by the hanger
Do you wish to see my morgue?
Come close
The stench will drive you away
My mind’s dark crevices whisper incessantly
“Unlovable” they hiss
Insistent I stay silent to abuse because
I deserve it
I’m sitting in a red sofa chair
My therapist eyes directed at mine; concerned
A younger me called out in the darkness
A closet full of skeletons
I’ve got them by the hanger
Do you wish to see my morgue?
Come close
The stench will drive you away
My mind’s dark crevices whisper incessantly
“Unlovable” they hiss
Insistent I stay silent to abuse because
I deserve it
I’m sitting in a red sofa chair
My therapist eyes directed at mine; concerned
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