How I Choose To Survive

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Recently, I’ve been trying to let go of the pain

But it clings to me like a wet dress on a rainy day

Clings to me like a hungry baby to its mother’s breast

It clings and it won’t let go

It whispers “you need me”

It whispers “feed”

And sometimes I do.

There’s something to be said about hurt people, hurting people

Because some days I am not strong enough to ignore the urge to feed off of my pain

And so I do as it tells me.

I want to say i’m sorry

But I won’t apologize for how I choose to survive.

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