LETTING GO
I UNPLUGGED THE MACHINE
TO SEE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN
IF I STARTED BREATHING
ON MY OWN
ALONE
TO FACE WHAT I OWN
BENEATH SKIN AND BONES
THIS PEN IS MY NEEDLE
BLOOD IS MY INK
I WILL LEAVE MY MARK ON THIS PAGE
THE TATTOO IS WHAT I
CHOOSE TO SHOW YOU
DIG DEEPER IF PAIN
DOESN'T SCARE YOU
GO BEYOND SKIN AND BONES
FIND MY HEART-
LOUD, CONNECTED TO YOURS
BEATING ON ITS OWN
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