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It's hard to describe how I feel; Feelings get too much, My head is bound and sensitive to your touch. I am chaos in a tea-cup, the wreckage before the storm, and the siren before the tsunami. Constant pain, blinds my vision, My reality, and I can't help it if, You don't understand me. Believe me, it's not e-a-sy. I am not harmful, But I leave a quake in the earth, the math in the after, the torn in the apart, Do you think this is easy for my heart? Chronically in pain, I do not adjust well to others, I become shy in the fold, the awakening in the rude, the disgruntled in the few, the impatient in the ***** the erratic in the words, the misunderstood in the gesture, Do you you not see I am confused and unsure? I'm intelligent enough to know this, chronically broken apart, I built myself back together, the donkey in the ******* the rough in the diamond, the sand in the cement, the best in the very, the for in the ever, Do you not think I am at the end of my tether? So chronic, that in judgement you fail to understand, that as many times as I have been broken, I rebuilt myself by my own hand. And as strong and weak as I am, As tough as I am soft, I offer my hand and I ask for your love.
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Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
Chronic Pain Syndrome
It's hard to describe how I feel; Feelings get too much, My head is bound and sensitive to your touch. I am chaos in a tea-cup, the wreckage before the storm, and the siren before the tsunami. Constant pain, blinds my vision, My reality, and I can't help it if, You don't understand me. Believe me, it's not e-a-sy. I am not harmful, But I leave a quake in the earth, the math in the after, the torn in the apart, Do you think this is easy for my heart? Chronically in pain, I do not adjust well to others, I become shy in the fold, the awakening in the rude, the disgruntled in the few, the impatient in the ***** the erratic in the words, the misunderstood in the gesture, Do you you not see I am confused and unsure? I'm intelligent enough to know this, chronically broken apart, I built myself back together, the donkey in the ******* the rough in the diamond, the sand in the cement, the best in the very, the for in the ever, Do you not think I am at the end of my tether? So chronic, that in judgement you fail to understand, that as many times as I have been broken, I rebuilt myself by my own hand. And as strong and weak as I am, As tough as I am soft, I offer my hand and I ask for your love.
rachael-stainthorpe
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Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
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