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Apr 2016
I steady my hand
As I pull my skin tight
Rig ready, I push in
Everything's all right
I can breathe slow and easy
The world slows to simple pace
The numbness returns
Summoning a blank face
I pull on my hoodie
And pull down my sleeve
Put away my tools
I ready to leave
I return to those around me
I pretend nothing is wrong
They pretend to believe
I tell myself this makes sense
I'm okay really
But in a few more hours
I need another bathroom break
I take out my tools
Ready my rig, pull up my sleeve
Steady my hand,
The pain leaves.
His Gweniverre
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