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Pain is just an echo, an effect that the deep caverns cannot let go, calling us in our sleep. The reverberation of pain we’d thrown away, in determination, tries to return and stay. The injury calls back, “Still here! You are not cured!” And now under attack of hurt not felt but heard. Pain is just an echo, of the hurt that left me. I just need it to know I’m in recovery.
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Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 10:03 AM UTC
Echo Of Pain
Pain is just an echo, an effect that the deep caverns cannot let go, calling us in our sleep. The reverberation of pain we’d thrown away, in determination, tries to return and stay. The injury calls back, “Still here! You are not cured!” And now under attack of hurt not felt but heard. Pain is just an echo, of the hurt that left me. I just need it to know I’m in recovery.
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Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 10:03 AM UTC
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