No.
No what?
I do not accept. I refuse.
Refuse what?
Can’t you see it? Look. It’s too much.
What?
It follows you. Glittering sneer, waiting to devour me. You have to go.
I can’t go. You are me.
Draft
Journey to a Memoir
No.
No what?
I do not accept. I refuse.
Refuse what?
Can’t you see it? Look. It’s too much.
What?
It follows you. Glittering sneer, waiting to devour me. You have to go.
I can’t go. You are me.
As someone with anxiety and depression I really felt this.
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I am finding writing poetry to be so helpful at expressing these things. Thank you for sharing that it touched you
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