I have experienced pain. Yes, that heart stopping, pulse numbing, pain that makes you want to just die right then and there. I have experienced things used to make me cry so hard, that I would almost throw up, and my voice would be lost. But I am understanding. Understanding further why we experience the things we do. Why we laugh so hard our cheeks hurt, why we cry until we get sick, why we put ourselves through emotional agony. I know what pain is. I know what it is like to experience pain in every breath you take, but with every ounce of agony I understand why it pain exists. We are all geodes, and if we want to expose how beautiful we really are, we must let ourselves break open. Your pain encloses the shell that leads to your understanding.
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Oleander-COMPLETED
PoetryALL RIGHTS RESERVED Her words were like oleander flowers, so delicate, like a gossamer spider string, but poisonous, like her scarred, despondent heart. *in other words, my crap poetry that is still really important to me*
