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my hands were broken;
my skin was falling apart.
i never want to go back there.
the therapist says
it's called "relapse,"
where progress fails
to continue down the road
of hope and being okay.
i wasn't back down,
i was standing strong,
but it all came to a relapse,
as what they say.
my hands were broken;
my skin was falling apart.
i never want to go back there,
but it feels like
it looks better than this.
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YOU ARE READING
the places i've been to inside
Poetryt h e p l a c e s i ' v e b e e n t o i n s i d e ╰ a compilation of poems ╰ ongoing i am still on my journey. i do not know where this heads to, but it's all inside.
