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Tuesday, 21, May, 2019

Open the Can of Worms by Tracey Farrell

I want you to see me...work well with me, and open that can of worms. Not to watch you squirm but to help me see. That I am not rotten. That my ‘mental illness’ and my addictions. Are just a symptoms of trauma not forgotten.

Coffee Mourning by Anand Pattni

Croissant customers with busy faces and skinny latte voices, pourin over choices.. all the noise is darling and delightful – a welcome distraction from the frightful girl who’s sat, on the wrong side of that chair, pursed lips n’ a long downward glare.

Your Chemical Embrace by Anonymous

I keep digging, But just getting deeper, I keep climbing, But the mountain gets steeper, And I question myself, Every single day