twenty-two~ walk of shame

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straighten my body from its crumpled form in the corner of my room.

breathe deeply out and clear the mist from my head,

as i finally establish control over my stormy mind.


the thunder clouds have not yet cleared-

there is still rain on my face,

and lightning can be heard in the distance-

but the worst of it is over.


who told you, sweet victim, that you had to face this alone?

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