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May 31
the irony
of stringing words together,
not meek nor brutalβ€”
is that it feels as if
you relieve yourself
of a burden,
and yet also
ripping your flesh,
wounds both old and recent;
clawed open to be felt.

a willing martyrdom,
a frivolous act.
a lot of good things have been happening to me, yet i feel so winded with all the things i'm currently facing.

hope you're doing well, stranger.

Written by
woolgather  23/Non-binary/Philippines
       Heidi Franke, N and nivek
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