hospital writing(s)

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my beautiful self
let go of the spoiled fruit
that are rotting in your body
stop inhaling the smoke
that pollutes your mind
with self hatred
don't inject your blood with guilt
those will stream to your heart
my beautiful self
you're the only one capable
of these changes
everything expires
let them go
because they will become fertilizers
for the future

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