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the pain, so intense, blinds me
as I struggle to breathe–
to reach a freedom that  I can’t remember.
chains grip me, but I never truly break away;
hate and anger bring twisted security.
my hands clench in defiance of happier times
when the hate was buried deeper,
hidden from my own knowledge.
I draw myself closer, tighter, away from the world…
where the bitterness is sweeter;
where I am alone with my pain;
where I am comforted by my own darkness.

 

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