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The secret

Hiding the sharpies is no mean feat
Hidden in a box with tablets, under a seat
Nobody knows, it’s a secret affair
For which I’m addicted as I run scared
I approach with caution, adrenaline pumping
It’s a risk to take, but my mind is thumping
Away from the daylight, alone in the dark
The sharpies are out and I make my mark
The pain is quick, the effort is low
The feeling is real and there is a comfort I know
A familiar sense of who I have become,
Alone and bewildered with no where to run
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