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Wounded Healer
Wounded Healer
Chestfull of Grief
Subdued Heart
Full of Mischief
Scan my Matter
I am a Thief
Don’t listen to Spirit
Just Seeking Relief
Drowning Dreamer
Trauma of Belief
Rivers to Conquer
I am the Dirt
The Soil that Speaks
Monday 17th December 2018 9:45 am
The hidden pain
If life is as easy
as some make it seem
maybe life will be easy for me.
Days will be sunny and
even nights will seem bright and
people will smile because hey,
rain is alright!
Even the birds will be
singing their tunes after, of course
sleeping in until noon.
Evil will have gone by and
don't try to tell me otherwise!
Thursday 14th September 2017 2:35 am
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