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Thoughts are hard to come by

I can’t focus

I try but thinking  makes it worse

Nothing is helping

All I feel is pain

I lay in fetal position on the hardwood floor

Trying to make myself as small as possible

I hear footsteps coming towards me

I open my eyes expecting to see steel toe boots

The boots crashing into my ribs and legs

Covering my head with my arms to block the blow

I sigh in relief when I see blue vans

He picks me up and wraps his arms around me

Finally, I can break down

He stays and helps make things seem okay

But we both know that this will happen again