My intestines play a solo in bed…

It can take years to compose a symphony

You must embrace the part of you,

you were pretending,

didn’t exist.

A story, rarely, can be told straight

You must see it differently

invent ways to tell it—

all those mundane experiences

forgotten

in your mind

are your redemption.

It’s not about discovering something new

but realizing

what was already there.

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