I carry many burdens in this world
yours, yours, yours...yours.
So many I shove my own deep below,
like an Ostrich in the sand.
Buried so deep I almost forget
they still exist.
Everyone has a trigger for their issues,
whatever they may be.
Call a previous anorexic fat,
and the downward spiral begins anew.
I'm not even sure what mine are anymore,
but something has triggered.
I feel like a small child,
huddling in the corner with my blankie,
wide eyes to stop the tears.
I don't know how to fix this.
I can't fix this.
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