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Let Go

My pain doesn’t decorate me like precious gems
It’s a raggedy noose around my neck
That I can’t stop tugging

My scars aren’t displayed as badges of honour
They’re fetid rotted wounds
That I won’t stop picking at

My experiences weren’t lessons for growth
They’re barbs of poisonous shame
That I flagellate myself with daily

Mistakenly I thought that I’d let go
Confused, yet I thought I’d grown and improved
Tender thoughts and hands to myself I must use

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