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Sanity, A Fine Line Obscured.
The fears of another,
tossed aside...
So blithely dismissed:
not recognised as such,
yet slowly killing
the reason for sanity.
Terror catches the throat,
each heartbeat calls in
suplication to those
with careless backs
that turned away.
A door is waiting,
will a key be chosen.
“A door is waiting,”
Relearning listening will be a life's work for many. Fine writing this. ~S~
Thank you Stella :-)
Thank you Stella :-)