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Apr 2016
We have all felt the pain of a wounded heart,
But it's insane how we act when the wound is open,
Some of us draw a world like no other,
A world that shows others what dwells in our minds,
Some of us  play a Melody,
A melody that creates a path from heaven to our souls,

Yet there are some of us who won't see the beauty when damaged,
They listen to the sweet words of others ,
Because those sweet words create a tunnel for them,
A tunnel that leaves behind their misery,

But there are some who can't find a tunnel,
They hold themselves on cold nights forever searching  the warm light at the end of a tunnel,

Maybe that's why most people who are being blind to the beauty resort to deep cuts of the skin,
Forever tally marking their wrists like a prison wall,
Waiting for the day when the guard opens their cell,
And releases them from their own hell.
Just some of the popular ways people try to comfort themselves.
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