I used to relish my pain
Displayed it like a prize
Framed it, laminated it
Showed it to everyone
Told its story
Like it was my child
It defined me
It excused me
It kept me hidden
And blameless
I was proud of it
Like it made me special
Thought it was conquered
Through experiencing it
This is never the case
So it made me sick
Eventually I saw
I took it down from my walls
And am healing... but...
Sometimes I miss... it's just
It's hard to quit

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