And that's how it'll always be –
Constantly picking up the pieces of
What's left of our broken selves,
Alone,
As testaments of our liberation
Because we don't trust
The rest of the world
With our pain,
While endlessly seeking new peace
And basking in
Bittersweet experiences
In hopes that we one day
Heal.
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lifeline
Poetry"maybe these words we so infinitely and collectively channel our souls' plights, power and yearnings...will save us one day."
