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I’d never had a reason to feel small
until all my nightmares
came to sit at one table
and I realized I was never free
I was railroaded
into all my so-called life choices
by the fear and the hurt and the cold
and the closed doors
and the words so dirty
I’d spent so many nights
trying to scrape them off me
and the purging
the purging was enough to fill up a lifetime
it made me all that I am
you made me, all—
my dark heart
my calloused feet
my suspicious, guilt-riddled soul
and I tried so hard to love what I’ve become
as my sweetest revenge
but sometimes I don’t succeed

“Winter Times” by photographer Maja Topčagić


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