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My brain

was scarred 

from the pain of an

old wound that still

haunts me 

My life dies

in the blood of my Veins

that fuels my contempt for

myself

The pain is what I wish to feel

and remember the Trauma 

of multiple wounds

To feel the horror that lives inside

my glands to remember the bleeding

of paralysis that was in sleep 

Now deep in the pool of blackness

where a dormant fire consumes 

my eyes in confusion