Being scared for another's life,
Is not something I want to consider normal,
As I hold an apple that is bruised and broken,
She still tastes sweet and sour with the unfairness always hurting her,
But now I open my eyes,
And Let denial go,
All I can see is that I have been afraid for her life,
For many many years now,
But no fruit has blood untainted,
The paroxysm takes it's generous tole,
When shaking hands with death every day,
I know she is more terrified,
Than I have ever felt,
But already,
We both think it normal.
Unique's notes- I lost the dates for all the previous writings, but this one was written 18/06/19
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