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i don’t need to make it better
don’t need to believe it will get better
or that everything will be alright
or that there was some purpose to it
that will be revealed later
once i have healed

i don’t need to hope
that once these raw wounds
have scabbed over
and the scars have toughened
my resulting strength
will in any way make the trauma
worth enduring

i can look into the eyes of the monster
stare past its slimey teeth
into its hollow throat
into its hunger
and understand the pointlessness
the mindlessness
the emptiness
and be okay

it doesn’t need a point
it needs no purpose
it just is
as i am

exactly where it needs to be
and exactly where i need to be
in reality
it is me
and i choose not to be monstrosity

it has no purpose
i give myself purpose
so i will win
even if in the end
it consumes me
i will burn it from within

Letting My Hair Down

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