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Jul 2016
I am the result of me for years
I am my own Sariel I erase myself
Like the soil like the sea
My brain forever marred by me
My mind forever stranger still
With every wipe more cracks and seams
The pain is gone but am I clean?
No;
And damage comes and goes
Conceived by illness as it grows
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