11 : Undo

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In the middle of the night
I could feel myself tearing
not just with tears
but with bruises and wounds,
I do not know what to feel
inside this empty room,
my eyes are swollen
while my head
is full of hooks of hoods,
not knowing what to feel,
not knowing what to do,
or should I give it all up
and undo instead of
outdo.

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