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red

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Parts 23
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Reads 982
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Parts 23
Time 49m

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i went through heaven and hell experiencing  love, war, lies, hate, heartbreaks and recovery. every change, wound or memory has its meaning, and "red" explains this, in the most tragic way i could ever fit my words in.All Rights Reserved

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I've always hated the saying "Time heals all wounds." Maybe in most cases that may be true. In my experience with life and pain however, time has only ever bled out the wound. The scars that the wounds left behind though, are often so deep that just looking at them becomes painful to the mind. Time only heals what you let go of. Sometimes letting go and moving on just doesn't feel possible; no matter how much time you let pass you by. These poems signify what time hasn't healed for me.

Mostly to vent out some thoughts; mostly stream of consciousness; mostly without a context. But, in the end, is mostly... nothing. Nothing at all.

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Poems about raw feelings that aren't very easy for me to be honest about in my life.

Poems of my heart and soul.

"I remember his face, his eyes that begged for forgiveness, his body as it shook with anger and emotion. I remember how my world fell apart right before him and how he watched me completely disintegrate because of what he did. What he committed. The way he betrayed me. The heart he took from me and shattered. The trust I gave him that he threw away. He ruined it all, he ruined me. And now I'm forever broken, nothing can ever bring me back. Nothing." WARNING: sexual content, explicit content, language and violence.

Shattered, hurt, heart broken, regret! That's all I could think about as I lay outside the home that I once shared with the man I once loved‼?? Read to find out...

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Why I wasn't important. Why I wasn't worth it. Why I was invisible. Why I gave up. Why I hate myself. Why I am alone. Why I got rope. Why I got a chair.

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Time Can't Heal This

I've always hated the saying "Time heals all wounds." Maybe in most cases that may be true. In my experience with life and pain however, time has only ever bled out the wound. The scars that the wounds left behind though, are often so deep that just looking at them becomes painful to the mind. Time only heals what you let go of. Sometimes letting go and moving on just doesn't feel possible; no matter how much time you let pass you by. These poems signify what time hasn't healed for me.

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