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Going to my dark place, time to face it again 🦊

Injured, slowly trodding back to the den,
She can’t have a lover, not even a friend,
No one in the forest has her back,
She’s vulnerable, distracted, and open for attack,
Into the darkness she slips away,
Into the comfort of absence and clay,
Down she goes until her heart feels safe,
Resting softly in her hidden place,
What’s the sense in caring?
When love is so daring,
And it’s only about the chase,
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Dainbramadge · 56-60, M
That is a good poem.
After reading a few of your other posts on this topic and the mood I am in, I feel like giving advice. Not that I am a master of this it's just what I see happening.
Break out of how you normally act in this situation.
Instead of retreating go on the offensive.
Get back on the horse.
He was the broken toy not you.