I had to get to my hideaway before a coup took place inside me. Doornails, dirt, demons, dentists, had formed a stratification of hurt and humiliation inside me. I had fluff in my emotional bank and the little success I had drunk, appeared and disappeared, together with unwarranted fear, inside me. Yet there was hope that one day the churning would stop inside me.
Reason for writing:
I was going through a rough patch when I wrote this poem.
Birth sign: Leo
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