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The pain is there. Open. Cancerous. It mags and scratches with dirty fingertips. I feel the swell of crimson in my gut. It’s...agonizing and unavoidable but I grit my teeth and continue.

I will not be taken.

I will not submit to it.

Transformation & tribulation.

I vomit more blood and smile.

Anger is my gift.