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trauma is
the tensing before the touch
the denial that anyone could love all of you
the wetness that fills your eyes for no reason
the fear that appears when no one is there
the stain you can't get
out of your favorite t-shirt
all you can do is scrub
and hope
it goes
but sometimes it sticks
like glue or it seeps
into the deepest recesses of your psyche
like a tumor you cannot excise
and you have no choice
but to live
with it until
you die
but personally
i think
trauma is
the bane of happiness.