it’s a never-ending struggle

every now and then

my body overrides my mind

and gets its revenge

for all the times the mind didn’t have compassion

for its exhaustion

for all the times it criticized the way it looked,

the way it moved,

the way it just was 

the mind always said that it

just wasn’t enough.

but my body knows better.

so every now and then, my body

fights back and shuts down

and all of a sudden

my mind shuts

the fuck up.

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