HEAL OUR OWN SCARS
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Many people hurt, many people cry. We all want the person to comfort and hold us. And many may be unlucky like me and have that same person be the one to cut you so deep the knife comes out the other side. Honestly this writing has no plot previously contemplated, has no characters created out of the color of my imagination, and maybe there will be a happy ending but don't count on it.
" Peace, joy, happiness" I constantly repeat to myself as a flow of never ending tears glide down my face over my slightly parted mouth. My heart is in a race with no finish line yet its speed seems to have a murderous motivation. Pumping blood through my veins that are visually bulging in my arms from my clenched fists.....
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