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Mar 2019
i'll bet you don't know pain like I do
bruises and aches form a beautiful painting
green and purple, cruel and patient
and the picture feels like home
i'll bet you don't miss pain like I do
the stab of something snapped or broken
twisted, wasted, lose all hope, and-
ah, this feels like home
No, I'm not being abused. I quit gymnastics 4 years ago and it's still weird not to be in pain.
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Sarah Crisp  F
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