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Not My Soul This Time
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Happy poems Finally, I'm starting to heal.
Pain no longer plagues my every moment.
The night stills brings its trials
But while the sun graces our land
I can stand straight and proud
Not hunched away from the source of my hurt
No longer do I numb my body with drugs,
No longer do I flinch away from being touched.
Not everything has healed.
It hurts to laugh
And I still wake in the deep hours of the night
Aching, crying, despairing.
But on the whole, my leg is getting better
