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All the hurting settled

no longer in pain,

all tears have dried into my flesh 

the one that I see everyday 

even then it never fails 

it lets me fix it when i am healing 

lets me hate it when it is raining 

the same skin I have wanted to tear apart

is still covering my bones. 

Despite all of my attempts to rip it off

it still protects me, 

through all the pain 

all of the inner demons 

that threaten to burst out 

it kept them in, 

it kepting me standing 

with twisted ankles, 

it managed to heal. 

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