Today, I looked over the blemish that represents the past and I wondered
if I could ever be proud of the fool that overcame every inch of once-was sanity.
I shouldn't be allowed to weep; yet my heart wrenched when i traced the lines
with my fingers. It was a humid afternoon with the heat and sunny presence;
not quite the darkness that made an effective hiding place. 'Are you afraid' -
resounded the monotonous question-less request. Under my breath, 'I am'.
chill-
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