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Mar 2020
Hark! What a feeling!
For thou hath introduced
Free from burden
Guilt misting into nether
Bray out!
But softly, this feeling is dateless
No more drops of sorrow and woe
From whence we came
New beginnings arise
Dost thou wish to come with me?
Hast thou the courage to push through?
I gage to thee new feelings of old
Grace for grace
Nevermore any gull
Nevermore leasing or palter
I am at your hip
I am receiving of thee
Alas the day hath come
For better feelings and truth
From now onto the perpetual wink.
I am yours
A Shakespearian take on healing. From all pain you can either choose to be miserable, or you can take it as a lesson and learn and grow from it all. Time is the ultimate healer.
Written by
James Cushman  31/M
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