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The child is me.

The door left open, I pretend the nobody came in, I Turn away from my darkest places, That’s where the child must go. Yet the child will always have the last say. The door closed. Nobody ever comes in agian. The darkest places the child hides. I pretends the child is there no more. YetContinue reading “The child is me.”

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