there it was
in black and white
with the curves and valleys
of another's pen
the desolate wasteland
of us
I could no longer
say to myself
it wasn't as bad
as it was
and
it was just my memory
playing those silly
little games
with me
Their tears
for my pain
-a reaffirmation
of my own strength
Wouldn't you be
surprised to know
that even after
all of this
all I have to say is"thank you"
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