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My Damaged Mind

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2/17/2019
my skin festers & rots
oozing, grotesque
infused with
the foul smell of infection

but underneath, bones
shine bright
pure, clean, and white
free from disease

my organs, filled with toxins
are past the point of saving
especially my brain, corrupted
with cancer, corroding my mind
behind my eyes
i can see it if i look hard enough

the only way to save
what is health is to flay
my skin
carve away the rot
and cut out my organs
leaving only my skeleton
behind