alas
Alas!
my wounds are being uncovered.
They are getting cleaned.
The salt penetrates through my flesh.
The blood no longer stains my clothes.
Alas!
its painful
But,
Today is a new day
Yesterday my flesh was eaten up and bled.
Today, the blood stops.
It is a new dawn.
Tomorrow,
I will have new skin.
Alas!
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