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You're like a bruise. Every time something touches you, you hurt, but you're fine when left alone. I try to heal you with my touch but only hurt you. I give you space so you heal, but you hold on so stubbornly. You're like a cut. I try to let you heal, but can't help but pick a little like a child, I try to pull you off but only hurt you more. You cling on until you heal, and then you are gone. You're like a knife in my side. People use you to hurt me. They twist the knife, to inflict hurt on me. I try to pull you out but I can't find the guts too, so you stay there, until I pull you out painfully. Why can't you see you're hurting me? You insist on holding onto me until you feel better, Then you toss me off like a used garment, beyond repair, Until you run out of other clothes to wear, so you use me. Making me hold onto your pain until you heal. I try to get rid of you, but only hurt you so much more, and, You know that I love you too much for that. So I sit and wait for you to heal, but some wounds don't heal.
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 11:25 AM UTC
Wounds.
You're like a bruise. Every time something touches you, you hurt, but you're fine when left alone. I try to heal you with my touch but only hurt you. I give you space so you heal, but you hold on so stubbornly. You're like a cut. I try to let you heal, but can't help but pick a little like a child, I try to pull you off but only hurt you more. You cling on until you heal, and then you are gone. You're like a knife in my side. People use you to hurt me. They twist the knife, to inflict hurt on me. I try to pull you out but I can't find the guts too, so you stay there, until I pull you out painfully. Why can't you see you're hurting me? You insist on holding onto me until you feel better, Then you toss me off like a used garment, beyond repair, Until you run out of other clothes to wear, so you use me. Making me hold onto your pain until you heal. I try to get rid of you, but only hurt you so much more, and, You know that I love you too much for that. So I sit and wait for you to heal, but some wounds don't heal.
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13/M/my own mind
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 11:25 AM UTC
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