I worry I’ve hidden too well for any love to find me. Sometimes I think I’ve escaped, I stand in the sunlight and feel the warmth of possibility, but each time I end up back under the stairs, I wonder if I ever really left at all, perhaps it was all in my head.
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Author:
Salem (Pseudonym) (
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