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Mar 2021
He who knows all wounds
is the only one who could tell
when enough is enough.

And he who knows all scars
is the only one who's familiar
with where it once bled,
when all lessons are learned,

and when it is time
to fin'lly let go.

You just listen...

Its every beat
beats with your pulse.
psyche
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psyche  26/F/from the unknown galaxy
(26/F/from the unknown galaxy)   
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