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Oct 2020
I tell my story so often
that it seems like I've accepted it.
it seems like I'm recovering.

but the truth is,
I've told my story so often
that I am numb to it.

it no longer feels like my story.
I don't feel the fear and the anger
the way that I used to.
it feels like I'm reading a page
out of someone else's biography.

I have learned to convince myself
that this trauma belongs to
someone who isn't me.

when I talk about it,
I speak in a monotone voice.
I don't get emotional anymore
because I am not in pain.
it doesn't hurt to read from a book.

it only hurts
if I let myself realize
that in this book,

I am the main character,
and this is my story.
Sarah Flynn
Written by
Sarah Flynn  F/Pennsylvania, USA
(F/Pennsylvania, USA)   
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