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Lumps and bumps, Waves and ridges. You stroke your fingers over my arms, My skin is not as smooth as yours. They are hills, mountains. I climbed the mountains, But never reached the top. She says the hardest part of the fight, Is like climbing a mountain. You climb the mountains, But if you give up, You will never reach the top. I do not want to smooth it out, Every gorge and every hill, Shows a lost battle. That's sad, But also hopeful. Those mountains, Really exist.

The borderline is no longer a bold little kitty that would sometimes scratch my arms open, it has evolved again into a giant tiger, resting on my shoulders. And when you tell me you don't trust me, he will roar 'I told you so, you're a worthless loser!' The tiger makes me really insecure, I am weighed down by him. I try to take care of myself, but the tiger just wants me to hurt, he claws open my body so I can no longer show mu skin.

Want to be broken Want to be hurt Want to choke in All of this blurt I say what I feel I have verbal diarrhea Am I getting too real Okay, bye, see ya

I'm lost, I find myself walking these halls, New walls at every turn. I've never felt so lost in my life. It's a labyrinth, Changing every so often. And I often find myself looking back, But I don't find comfort in what I see. I'm the minotaur. I'm the mythical monster, Doomed to roam these halls. I'm the minotaur, Stuck between these walls.

The wonderfull time we call Christmas, or a wonderfull time it should be. All giggles and fun, cute as a bun, usually, but not if you ask me... Christmas, the time the monsters come out to play, and the elephant in the room finally gets a say. When mom begs for peace and quiet, and dad wishes to be off to a galaxy far away. Christmas, sharpen the kitchen knives, for it's the time of slaughtering roasted meals. Think before you speak, a mistake is so easely made... Sharp look, peace of cake. Thank you lord, for this blessed meal. We come back each year, repetition is key, Thanks for dinner mother, let's have tea.

Accompanied by a colleague, I walk into a womans housing to ask if she wants to come play bingo. As we walk in we see she's set the table, there are glasses filled with something to drink, and 2 small bowls with water on the ground. My colleague asks:'What's the water for miss?' 'For the dog they'll bring later, so it can drink!' Ok, makes sense, right? So I asks if she'd like to come, but she declines because she'll have visitors soon. Fine, have a good day we said and went to the next room. As we walk away the nurse says: 'Well that's a new one.' 'What do you mean?' I asked. 'There's nobody that ever comes to visit with a dog, she rarely ha