⁣Borrowed my memories⠀⁣
and⠀⁣
I fabricated them⠀⁣
I went to war with them⠀⁣
To support me⠀⁣
⠀⁣
I never feared to be⠀⁣
bashed⠀⁣
and⠀⁣
wounded⠀⁣
⠀⁣
Until now⠀⁣
⠀⁣
These wounds were⠀⁣
from a different nature⠀⁣
And they didn't heal⠀⁣
Until I could give up⠀⁣
Give up all I carried⠀⁣
⠀⁣
⠀⁣
Some wars weren't about⠀⁣
winning and conquering⠀⁣
To go back home defeated⠀⁣
With fire flaming calmly⠀⁣
At last⠀⁣
At last⠀⁣
At last ⠀⁣
⠀⁣
War is over.
[P]⠀⁣
⠀⁣

⠀⁣
⠀⁣
⠀⁣
Until I tried to heal, no one knew I was wounded.​​​​​​​

Self-portraits series on pain and other mixed feelings (Spring 2019). 
Words by the artist. 
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