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Aug 15
I dread the thought of
sleep when pain creeps
between my sheets and
causes me to writhe

The scar is there as a
reminder of the day
the knife did cut

I long for sunny days
where I can bask in
the healing rays

I want to be whole
again and free to
wander about
Written by
Francine Farina
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