Some would say I'm living in the dark...but how can they judge me?
Sometimes for me, the dark hides. I don't want to be found. I can't live in the light all the time. It's too much pressure/stress/anxiety. I just want to be left alone for a while and escape.
I woke I'm my closet with all my extremies tingling from the cacoon I created. Safe - darkness means safe. Darkness hides the bruises.
I'm tired.
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