I was once asked,
"Why do you accept pain?"
Because fighting it is what makes it hurt.
However, the fact that I accept the pain, means it is still there.
And though I can resist it sometimes,
I still see it's ghostly appericion in the corner of my eye.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
I was once asked,
"Why do you accept pain?"
Because fighting it is what makes it hurt.
However, the fact that I accept the pain, means it is still there.
And though I can resist it sometimes,
I still see it's ghostly appericion in the corner of my eye.
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