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Dear Rye,   There are a lot of things swirling inside you Emotions and memories and darkness that You don’t know quite how to process
They say the past is unimportant or that you should let it go, but how can it be unimportant  when I smell the Febreeze and cigarette smoke intertwining to take me back to my childhood home
And I expect you to hold me together when my bones are dense with the heavy sadness                       that weighs down my shoulders. And I want
Triggers are like demons When the threat is there the trigger is created Which creates my demon But sometimes even when the threat is not directed at me it traps me
I know it's only a matter of time
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