The loathing of another healing journey,
Another rebirth after yet another full burnt.
More failed counsel and letters to myself,
Trials of fake freedom and stubbornness of belitting and forget the harm done.
But it's just another dagger,
The collection is big.
The healing won't remove the scars
That leave the skin marred and twisted.
Just keep walking,
Now with a limp,
Now half blind,
And survive.
Healing is for the ones that find safe Haven and gentle carers.
We are still in the battlefield.
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