Void, doesn’t go through me
Like grief does (Hell, I wish it did)
But it holds me quiet, still
Locked from the inside in a willing cage
The grip of my freeze response
Stronger than my rage.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 4th, 2025 00:15
- Category: Reflection
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