I was doing so well.
But you put your
Finger on the
Trigger-
You triggered me.
Every bone in my body
Tells me I can't
But my head insists
I have to
Push through
It's a war.
Cover a wrist
Instead of hurt it.
I'm not hitting "reset".
On it.
I can't wash it all away.
I've been put
Through this already.
God, help me.
Carry me.
I can't find the
Strength in me
To carry on.
I need your shield.
Your sword.
Help me
Push through.
July 5, 2018
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