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Apr 2018
I am fraying at the seams
Small strings dragging along,
They stitch me back up with loose stitches, easily undone
I take 6 pills a day to fix the hems
Sewing by hand in an insurmountable competition against the sewing machine
People console me, tell me to never lose hope, it will get better
But how do I keep hope alive when I can't even thread the needle
Isa Ayala
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