Memory,
We all have them,
Triggers are in a way tells,
When its cold,
I recall my room at the folks house,
No heat nor insulation tons of blankets,
No bathroom,
When young you went down the vertical steps,
After being struck i n two o eight by a car,
I crawled up the steps,
Peed in a bucket carried it down in morning,
Started sleeping in den,
I had returned to college in two o eight it was easier studying all night warm,
Cold and warm under blankets is sleep,
For Molly the kitten sun out you play with new family,
Dark in house reminds her of alone,freezing outside, Molly just wants to be warm,
Held and in a blanket,
See we aren’t so different,
Triggers,
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