Like a dog,
I stretch, legs brittle,
brain panting,
paws digging,
that joy, so repressed, hanging,
chained inside, broken.
Like a dog,
I stretch, legs brittle,
brain panting,
paws digging,
that joy, so repressed, hanging,
chained inside, broken.
Depression, Fear, Isolation, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Safe Places, Shadorma, Take Me To The Hospital
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