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Remembrance

There comes a moment that I can not remember… It is a verdict that says I can leave in December. I am forced to testify about my cure. And act as if they helped me for sure. But all they did was give me guilt and wait. And punishment as if that would cause my condition to abate. There is no one willing to investigate- So I must wave away those memories of the others who wait. Because what can I do except go back and be unhomed? After I left, all I can remember is the trembling in my bones. I cannot sacrifice myself to the people who are sentenced to doom. Even the ones who I shared a room. They cured me of nothing except the love that used to be steady. I promise to forget all that, if I am allowed to pretend I am ready- To be forced to have false pain of sin. Mom, I hope you are ready to take me back in.

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