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didn’t include my favorite tip, “yOu JuSt NeEd mOrE WiLlPoWeR”
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Stop it.
I look at the ruins and rubble
of my once beautiful skin,
and I weep.
Since when did I become so
scarred?
Changed?
Am I still the same person
as I was before?
My body has been built,
and destroyed,
and patched up with nails.
I am the builder and the demolition crew.
I hold the sledgehammer,
and flinch when it connects with
my bruised walls.
I feel nothing.
- Theseus, by Kore A.
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