It happens in the blink of the eye
So I run
Without saying goodbye
Hard talk
'bout feelings
lined up on the floor
in chalk
The trigger hits
& I can't stand the pain
Numb ache
To a blasting migraine
I can't always discuss
the narcissist
So I steal myself away
Lining up my boundaries
Brick-by-brick
Dried mud and stone
I make that wall thick
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