i fear myself
like i fear the shower
like i fear the basment
like i fear my room
like i fear your house
because those are all places
where i have been hurt,
you have hurt me,
or i have hurt myself
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the root of compassion
Poetryoften, the bird who sings the loveliest song is the one who has never felt lovely *** a book featuring poetry about my stuggles and the feelings i can not fathom into understandble words
