heal | poem

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perhaps it's a sickness
that originates deep in me
in my bones
in my core
in my synapses
but the doctors can't cure it
they can't fix it
or reverse it
so perhaps
it was fate
that a rotten soul like mine
was meant
to live a rotten life
like
This
- n.c

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