finding a reason
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The mob is screaming Echoing painfully in my ears, my swollen ears but If I can find a way To break free of the mangled mess of bodies Then I can find My Safe Tree, the one I escape to when life Decides that I am too, Far too vulnerable to fig
I cling to those things
That make me feel
Alive.
Those things that let me know
I'm not so alone here.
Those songs,
Those quotes,
Those drawings,
Those books that keep my