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wrap myself up in the soft comfort of my blanket Pulling it over my shoulders and across my chest Protecting myself from imaginary threats
The salty liquid rolls down like a water fall, staining rosy cheeks before falling upon the black sheets. A fragile silence unbroken remains as no sound is permitted to escape the locked up lips which hide away
In life, I'm suppressed  but on paper, I'm free poems are an artform the escape I need
She’s the one Locked deep inside, With angry thorns Pressed into the Softness of her heart. Every day words
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