Donnerstag, 1. Mai 2014

Blanket

I’m scared.
Quivering from fear
Blanket over my head
To hide my pathetic tears.
But there, in the darkness, by myself,
I still cross my fingers
And hope for the best.
I have to hope
Because quite simply the other option will kill me.
B.D

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