My mind is like a rabbit hole.
It have so many layers buried deep, that are almost vaults I use to keep things hidden so they won't ever be let out by the wrong person.
These vaults are padlocked away, and these little rabbits keep trying pull the vaults out; the fight turns into flashbacks across my eyes.
The rabbits are trying to shake it off, and the memories want to be free.
Off to be out for all the world to see,
And I won't be able to lock away the thing that cause Panic Attacks and tears.
Maybe it's time to feed you little bun buns, you need a much better distraction...
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