Blood is a paradox
Contested but essential
To the machine
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I don’t regret it,
Being born
Despite the cruelty
That you concede
I’ve outgrown that life
That limp-fisted agony
Dusk no longer
Accelerates my fears
I am priceless
However flawed
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I saw my new therapist the other day. I answered questions about my childhood without crying but when I talked about my current struggles with worth I just started balling. I was so taken off guard I actually looked aroud to see where the noise was coming from. Sorry for the dark topic on Christmas but the therapy session left impressions.
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