Flinching
Or raising arms in defense
when someone
Whom I know would never
Intentionally hurt me
Goes near my face
If you knew...
Not replying
Or not looking people
in the eye
Even if they
Talk to me.
...Who's the reason.
Music on at all time
Me listening all alone.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry[0.5] Home Home, for me, Isn't the place I grew up in. It's my friends. Songs. Beautiful moments. Train rides, Sleepovers, The ocean And escaping the rain in a café. It's also here: My online friends, wonderful people, amazing stories. I want you t...
