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Door no.7 is a poem called september sea swim. There are a lot of angry, disappointed poems surrounding this person and topic, but when I wrote this one, it felt like I finally wrote about myself for the first time. Not the person, the events that happened, simply about how I felt and who I was in those situations.
PS: This counts to everything i publish and send your way, but gonna repeat it with this one - you’re always welcome to reply and write me your own feelings about the topics I write about. Especially writings that are deeply personal and vulnerable, please let us be there for each other ❤️
early september
sweet ten years old
holding a stranger’s hand
