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The battle rages on behind closed doors.
This shaking, feeble cage I’m trapped within,
turns me over – inside and out.
Turn down the volume, turn up the fears.
Eat, and seek relief:
close the blinds, and ignore the darkness.
Emerge like a boat, floating on a calm sea,
And with that stillness come the tears.

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