1. The door read,

‘The past is never where you think you left it.’

It was all too familiar to me. 

A harsh recollection. 

2. Voids. 


A completely empty space; 

A black void of space 

3. I suppose that’s probably why 

Grievances come creeping through my open door. 

I stopped looking for the light at the end of the tunnel 

I begged for strength In the darkness 

4.  I am I, 

And I wish I wasn’t so fucking 

Uncomfortable about it

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