The room was not mine
So I slept on the floor
A cold pillow to support my head
And a nightmare to wake up to
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Trauma Bonding
PoésieSometimes we all just need a safe place to share our stories TW: Talk of self-harm, suicide, and sexual assault
The Pillow Was Cold
The room was not mine
So I slept on the floor
A cold pillow to support my head
And a nightmare to wake up to
