Sitting here, trapped. Surrounded by bright white.
I usually post poetry, so I can mask and mirror life's intentions.
I'm too afraid that someone will find me and challenge my fight under a
bright white light.
A friend considers me important so I smile. It has been a while since I've
felt even a little needed. Thank God for soul mates.
"Thank God I'm back in my car, driving home, driving home"
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