written by: Robbie Masso
A rut lasting 15 plus years.
A rut that a self-made bubble was hidden behind.
a bubble made of fear and familiar faces that I was contained in.
I can’t believe there is a world that I’ve been longing for,
a place I never thought existed,
just miles from my room,
from the pillow I rest my head on
the head telling me the lies of anxiety
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