Self-Identity

This is all I can be, she thought to herselfMy legs and my arms and my head and my tired heartThey carry the weight of me sometimes gracelessly but the…

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Sometimes It’s Hard

Sometimes it’s hardTo tighten the wordsSo they don’t slip out wrong So they don’t maim or killPerhaps spill a little bloodPerhaps collect a pool of tears No lasting damage Microneedling…

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