10pm: just thinking

when the door swings

i hear it

i am hit - words are hard to find

my eyes close ...

i try to visualize it but it's pitch dark

it cannott be seen

and the possibility can only hurt me now

now, i'm not sure if it's because my mind is protecting me

or ... because it was not supposed to be

did it even happen?

This poem is about: 
Me

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