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La nuit marche avec moi

a poem by Raneem Ali

i’ve been biting my nails again

woke up at 4 am

wanting to get intoxicated

with all this agony and pain

i am tired of living in vain

is there a way to escape it?

if a drink burns but makes me forget you

i don’t mind setting myself on fire

if i smoke and it makes me feel funny

a moment where self-hatred is absent

i’d turn into a chimney

everything i do to forget about you

hurts my weak body in a way

even then i don’t care

i have another body to spare


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