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for months now, a voice that no one else hears
has been screaming
at me
telling me things that make me stop and
tell myself not to cry
catch my breath.
for months now, i've gotten better
at things that will only hurt me.
things that leave crooked scars on my
forearms,
wasted muscles, and jutting bones
in their trail.
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