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I know
I know. I know. I know. 'I know!' I say as a response to their remarks. Every time I utter those words, I face the most painful conflicts. I know, but still, here I am.
At the expense of a small wrist dance, I forgot what there was. I forgot the posture, the safety as words hug me, the comfort, the stream falling down my eyes as I hold a pen to write, how it takes the venom out of me, how it kills the illness, suffocates the worries and ease the pain. I forgot the healing at the end, how I read the self-made prescription, wipe up the tears and meet a sense of closure, moving on.
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