Never Undone
This crisis I can confess will never be undone.
Its influence can fade, but will never be none.
The delusions whisper to me some nights.
I throw punches in the void- but it feels pointless to fight.
I am always forging through the aftermath.
Behind me, there is always trauma’s wrath.
My secrets hurt, but I’d rather let them wilt.
I would rather treasure this life I have built!
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