I’ve crawled through
Mirrors
Reflections
Dirty and broken
Bloody knees
Razor thin lines
Next to jagged little
Shattered ice kind
And I barely feel
The pain of it
Anymore
MIRRORS
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The journey to the life examined includes reckoning the wounds.
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Eventually, our senses will, become, completely, NUMBED OUT to the, pains that we experience in our, lives, and, we stop allowing ourselves to, feel anything at all, and, that’s not good, because, we need the experiences of the good and the bad, to know which we need to, treasure in our lives.
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