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"Safe Haven?"
(6/15/02 - 18 years old) My safest haven Causes me great pain. Can you see: I have friends who care who are there keeping me safe --from me. Helping me protect me. I receive warmth I receive hugs I receive support, encouragement, L O V E, just for being me. But, to dwell in this safe place is to enrage a fighting bull. All he can see: I spend too much time conversing with crazies I'm addicted. There's other things to do. I can do what is asked, but I'm left surrounded. Surrounded by hurt by pain by confusion by criticism And left unprotected, uncared for. But, stay in my safety and its taken away and I hear angry words and I hate who is me. So, I am trapped With my safe haven in reach but littered with hurt, with hate. And the ones who could H E L P would start the bull after me.
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