I
think they cut something bad out of me.
People
are telling me they remember me, the old me, and how good it is to see me.
It hasn't been a one-time
thing, it's not flippant, it's filled with purpose and certainty.
I've found myself
again, a piece of pain pulled from me.
Like a piece of used
chewing gum, that's what they said to me.
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