Comfort people comfort their people
Why did the answer to your healing
involved my bleeding?
Your fault. My fault.
When did this unfair competition
Became a part of me?
Your fault. My fault.
Truthfully you'll never know any of your faults
While mine are the ones tattooed on your heart.
Is this the price of never speaking up?
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The Wonders In Our Head
PoetryAll Oneshots and poems which came from the cryptic mind of a writer.
