you are right
Nicole
given the chance
or the option
you could have
thrown it
and taken
another
but it is there
sticking like
a permanent mark
of your body
a mole
a black islet in your
heart
given the choice
you want to be someone else
somewhere else
where you can
be very productive and
at ease
the strain is
stressful
it took you years
to accept
the irremovable
and since it cannot
be taken away
you must learn
to take it
and love it will all
your heart
i am referring to
yourself
the best that you
have for now
from the ruins
of your myriad
facades.
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