The hemorrhage stopped,
and wounds healing now,
the beating, normal.
Now I can look at you
straight in the eye,
straight from my heart--
stitches and all.
I may be traumatized
to feel your pride
cut through the flesh.
I may cringe
just from the thought
of you and me in the past.
Such a crime.
But it's all worth it anyway.
You're damned to be imprisoned
inside your own ignorant heart.
Life sentence.
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