Journal Entry September 1st

I sold myself
to the darkness,
flavorless and richless,
they got less
than a bargain.
A pocket full of lint
in a box with a bow.

I wrote this in my journal on September 1, 2016 after a writing session about this undiagnosed pain I've been having since the beginning of May in my lower right abdomen. I was feeling frustrated, down and damaged. Can you tell?

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