How is it possible,
my closed, supposably healed wounds are aching
I'd like more time
To be secure
To take the time to stop the bleeding
maybe get help first
But it's late
I already left
I'll numb the wound again
Till next time it aches
and I'll hope the blinding pain really paralyzes me
Or it'll give me more strength?
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Author:
Rayne (Pseudonym) (
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Either way of your last 2 lines they're no choices. As maybe of these impossible and dreadful things could be happening to you there where your pain exists in your mind, heart and a desperate soul. Life is to understand how so many beautiful things in and around us are and to grab them to place them in your heart. Not to fear the clouds of confusion or frustrations, but to create landscapes of though in your mind so beautifully placed that you'll almost declare yourself a God. Keep your spirits up, not down.
Thanks so much
I see your learned wisdom reigning here. I read that you have suffered before and know that it is a part of life and that it will ease.
Wisdom comes and stays. Enigmatically it doesn't stop us making the same 'mistakes' over and over.... well, there has to be some fun doesn't there!
Thanks!!
been there, totally know how you feel with this ....hang in there.
Thank you 🙂
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