I'm not brave.
I run
And I hide
In my
Cold,
Dark room,
And I allow it to protect me
From those who love me,
The ones that say they do,
And the rest of the world.
I hide where its safe
And comfortable,
Where nothing else can hurt me
Except my mind.
And there's no hiding from myself.
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𝒴ℴ𝓊'𝓇ℯ ℴ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝓀𝒾𝒹 － 𝒶 𝒷ℴℴ𝓀 ℴ𝒻 𝓅ℴℯ𝓂𝓈
Poetry𝒶 𝒸ℴ𝓁𝓁ℯ𝒸𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 ℴ𝒻 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒻ℯ𝓁𝓉 𝓅ℴℯ𝓂𝓈 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℴ𝓁𝒹ℯ𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓈， 𝓂𝒾𝓇𝓇ℴ𝓇𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈， 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁𝒾ℯ𝓈 ℯ𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂ℴ𝓂𝓂𝓎 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊ℯ𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝒷ℯ 𝓊𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇𝓈𝓉ℴℴ𝒹．
