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Cocoon

Sometimes I call my bed a cocoon.

It’s where I feel safe.

I can pull the comforter over my eyes,

and ignore the world

because sometimes my mind pulls me

into the depth of darkness.

That I can not escape.

Like I’m trapped in a cocoon

but instead of morphing into a better version of myself,

I revert back to the darkness.

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