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misfortune carries a trace of invincibility─
that is to say, as my body forbids me to evade
I sit there restrained by the trepidations of my brain;
something from the core mandates me to get accustomed to the pain
misfortune carries a trace of invincibility;
it crumbles down my fortification,
integrating itself within me ─ sketching me with concealed abrasions
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