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Feb 2020
I am at peace with my pain

I feel the flames
and I no longer mind the burning

They cook my skin
sizzling
smoking

And I do not mind

I feel the holes burned in my body

And I do not mind


They are just there

A part of me in the same way that my nose sits on my face
Or my tongue lives in my mouth


I have stopped fighting

And I feel at peace
I know this poem may come off as dark, but I think it actually demonstrates my strength, and how far I've come.
Undone
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     Bogdan Dragos and Perry
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