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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Her luxurious penthouse is like a cocoon with plenty of pretty distractions, so she keeps her door firmly closed, because she prefers fantasy over the handicap of reality. Afraid of light, her malingering mind, keeps her hidden inside. To shield her from the sun, she won't open the curtains, as she thinks it's certain, her mechanisms may melt. Shyness is her veiled excuse to separate her from society, But it's the anxiety, anxiety, anxiety! Preferring to be an option, rather than a priority her caution from socialising, breeds from the alarm bells, set from abandonment, betrayal and manipulation. Trust is her terrorist. People hunt like packs of wolves, devouring her mind like a candy snack. Fears of her heart are like an aeroplane, shaking from a turbulent storm, with her hopes forever crashing. Trying to forget in a flash of courage, she takes one step towards the door, but the noises in her head become louder, and Louder and LOUDER!!!! repeating, Repeating, REPEATING! Violent vibrations induce vertigo, silent screams screw with her sanity, struggling to breathe, feeling like air is being sucked out of her lungs, she vomits, collapsing to the floor. Nothing can take off the 'edge', the therapists do not work. There she remains in her internal prison, away from her eternal nightmares. Safe in her sanctuary, from engagement with stranger's eyes. Like a chocolate bar in her shiny wrapper, that looks so sweet but feels so darkly bitter.
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