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Aug 2023
You carry your pain settled in your bones
I wish and pray you could let that **** go
Those demons
Are merely now almost conquered figments
You’re past it
You have almost won
Drop them
Set yourself free
That surely sounds like winning to me
Written by
Krista Delle Femine  50/F/Massachusetts
(50/F/Massachusetts)   
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