triggers
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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