Trauma is mud
By death, our soul is covered
Throughout our lives, it is thrown at our soul
We are covered in mud
You may try to get it off
But washing it will not work
As it takes minutes for mud to harden
But years to chisel it off
Mud sticks till our death
For you cannot clean it on your own
And if you don't let someone help you
The mud will stick, suffocating you to death
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Author:
Zawn (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 29th, 2024 11:47
- Category: Reflection
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