by Lissa Schneckenburger
When I am black and blue, and twisted inside
When I am wretched and need a place to hide
I creep into a closet that is dark and cool and quiet
I lie still in the darkness and I breath
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Till I feel better, till I feel better
When I am pushed and shoved and hurt in this place
When I blink back the tears and want to hide my face
I need the solace of a womb I seal myself inside a tomb
I sink under a blanket and I breath
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When I am troubled by the memories I keep
When the newsreel in my mind will not let me sleep
I think of those that I have lost, the details of my sins
Until I gather up my mind and breath
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breath in, breath out