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My only safe space turned into a prison;
the cage which I previously crawled in to hide, now won't let me out.
They shove glass shards, from both sides, right into my head;
from the blood pouring out they tie another thread.
And I'm waking up scared, crying in my bed,
my mind swirling a thought "It'd be better if I'm dead."
But that is not me.. That's what I was fed;
the infection, fascination, that dependent dread...
Voices so familiar, they sounded so sad.
"We're here, just come," with opened arms they said,
"we belong together... Do not be misled!"
I did not know it was a threat,
did not see their stare turn mad.
They hugged me, wrapped me, not at all that bad.
"You'll never be alone again, we can promise since we care,
unlike those you need to do so, their attention is so rare."
They took me in, they cradeled me, calmed me, saying "Life ain't fair."
And I comforted, lived with them, breathing without air,
walking 'round that place, where all the doors they mark "Beware".
Yet all slightly ajar, letting demons out' their lair.
They saved me, helped me, gave so much, that I feel guilty when I dare
to think of, or to look at the world that is out there.
Emily Yvonne
In Denmark a lot of people can have so blonde hair, that it's basically white
Reading a book about slavery in the middle-ages, and as the author sorts through different source materials from different eras, I am starting to understand why so many completely fantastical accounts of "faraway lands" went without as much as a shrug. The world is such a weird place that you can either refuse to believe any of it or just go "yeah that might as well happen" and carry on with your day.
There was this 10th century arab traveller who wrote into an account that the fine trade furs come from a land where the night only lasts one hour in the summer and the sun doesn't rise at all in the winter, people use dogs to travel, and where children have white hair. I don't think I'd believe something like that either if I didn't live here.