Death came to me again:
to check promises,
to count days,
to make sure I was in pain.
I doubt I'll ever be numb.
Pain became my ally.
Even if sick physically or emotionally,
I can handle them combined.
I need to find myself back.
Where did I get lost?
I can't remember when,
If I only got to know what I lack.
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