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Aug 2022
The pain
It's almost unbearable
Every time it flares
My body turns on me
The needles stabbing me
The joints in pain
The raw bleeding skin

Sometime I want to cut it away
Scope out the source of pain
But I know if I did
My feet would no longer work
Nor my legs
Important tendons
Would be missing too much
And I would probably bleed out

But would that be bad
If I'm not in pain
Anymore?
Writing of the Unknown
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   Aishu, Ledge and Abeer
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