Trapped
No.
A powerful word.
An underestimated word.
A new word
To me.
I always bleed,
I cannot eat,
Anxiety makes me want to
Leap out of my seat.
A hand on my thigh,
I ask myself 'why?'.
I fall for your trap every time.
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