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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

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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

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