Today, I am protecting my emotional well- being like thousands of ants protecting their queen. And sometimes when it rains, it washes away the demons and they float down into the sewer of my soul. There is always that one pot hole, coming ajar. Letting them come back to tear me open.
p.s. I am my own worst enemy
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Hi DBPP!
I am sorry I just missed you earlier.
I wanted to welcome you - and I emailed you as well.
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