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Salve the Problem
You were my haven.
A timely balm
For the aching
Inside.
You were the pit stop
En route to my thoughts.
A way to postpone
The racing mind.
You were the cure
I treasured,
Consistently staving
The pressure,
Sedating
The cry.
But what do I do
When the treatment
Salves no longer?
When the medicine
Now makes me sick?
Save admit what I tacitly knew:
That it was never the answer.
For what remedy exists
When identity itself
Is the cancer?
