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My body
Moved to the door without my consent
and slid it closed behind my back.
Even she is trying to save me from myself.
Later, I sit on the step of the greenhouse and feel every emotion
I've ever had flood through me.
How can I turn off my thoughts?
Like a wave of sand, I am
Pelted with every thought, every worry of him.
I shatter.
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Bria Lamonica
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I’m Bria and I am a writer/fashionista/corporate girly.
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Comments (1)
Beautiful! "my body moved without my consent", too often we feel like this as if stuck inside of a role we cannot get out of.