I know that your heart is bruised from all the times its been thrown to the floor and stepped on. I know that your knees are bruised and sore from all the times you've been pushed to the ground and stabbed in the back. I know that your knuckels are bloody from all the times you tried to fight back. I know your mind is broken beyond your body ever was, because you were just a child when you were thrown into war. You're not a hero, but you're not a victim. You smiled through the pain and fell head over heels in love with the agony. You are not an abandoned house that used to be a home. You are an ocean diver, not an injured butterfly, and just because the pressure down there feels like the world is congregated in your head, doesn't mean that the surface doesn't exist.
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Revelations
PoesiaIt was really me. It was really you. There was really nothing we could do. To put it concisely, these are short, philosophical situations, feelings, and thoughts of different persons and personalities I've encountered.
