Borrowed my memories⠀
and⠀
I fabricated them⠀
I went to war with them⠀
To support me⠀
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I never feared to be⠀
bashed⠀
and⠀
wounded⠀
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Until now⠀
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These wounds were⠀
from a different nature⠀
And they didn't heal⠀
Until I could give up⠀
Give up all I carried⠀
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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.
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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.