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The Chronic Pain Game

People keep telling me
"It'll get better in time
But why can't they see"
That I'm really  not "fine"
Who are you to talk
You don't don't what it's like
To be in almost endless pain
For the majority of your life
Until you walk in my shoes
You won't know what I feel
Until you battle this pain to
You won't know how I deal
You think I'm joking about agony
But you won't know how much it's ...

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agonyChronic paineveeyones differentno diagnosis so no helpone persons battleone viewpointpainpain with no endphysical paintill it happens to you

Alas

contemporaneous cold, 

in the winter of my agony 

july's heat long forgotten,

january's frost an eternal constant 

and yet 

one remembers, 

flowers bloom. 

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Flaming Agony

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FLAMING AGONY

Burning in flames,

The dailys and weeklys

With the cries of the innocents,

The tellys simulcasting the stamped extremities,

Of a soul, we call Women.

Crushed beneath the savage desires of the lousy men.

 

A girl, who once aimed of the skies,

How could have she known,

 Jeopardy awaited on her way back home.

That she’ll be served as a bait to the lust,

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Free Write - Little Souls

Wishing humble resolution, reversed on both ends of a lucid looking glass. Hoping hopelessness, Remembering remnants, miniscule moments. What could have been different my innocents, pieces, parts, carbon copies of the softened edges of my sanctified soul. Forever asking for your eternal forgiveness. Unable to forget the forgetable fear, between your eyes.... And mine. The moment, minute, of ...

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