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Sep 2016
Intentionally wounding ourselves through flashbacks,
We unleash pain by remembering those bad moments.

Looking at that past picture that cuts the mind,
Or talking about a memory that stabs the soul.

Recognizing that these actions leads to bleeding inside,
Yet we still puncture a deep hole which causes harm.

Once the blood of recollection pours out,
It’s difficult to clot the self-inflicted scar.

Remembrance of heartbreak ruptures the present,
Thinking that stimulates an impossible scenario.

Reflection and prediction is a very dangerous mix,
Like adding fuel to a huge fire that is out of control.

Instead of reliving painful thoughts regarding the past,
Use the medicine of laughter to ignite a smile from history.
Michael LoMonaco
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Michael LoMonaco  35/M/New York City
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