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It’s funny On those days Where my head pains More than my heart, It seems the universe Grants seeds Of new Hope. On that beautiful, Begrudging, persistent Day, when the addiction To the darkness— Numbnity— returns, You will be tested. The threshold of Pain in your mind, The calcification Of your teeth and bones, And the softness of skin Will be tested.   And on that day, You will have a Sustantial conversation With yourself, Through someone else— A lover silently Snoring next to you, A clerk at Family Dollar With a gold tooth Who laughs and says “You like these, huh?” As you purchase your Fifth juice of the week, A mirror image You do not completely Recognize, God or the devil himself— That will torment you, Force you to ask The difficult question Upon the scale Of evolution. Those days, Will plant seeds of hope. Only if you listen
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Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 10:00 PM UTC
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It’s funny On those days Where my head pains More than my heart, It seems the universe Grants seeds Of new Hope. On that beautiful, Begrudging, persistent Day, when the addiction To the darkness— Numbnity— returns, You will be tested. The threshold of Pain in your mind, The calcification Of your teeth and bones, And the softness of skin Will be tested.   And on that day, You will have a Sustantial conversation With yourself, Through someone else— A lover silently Snoring next to you, A clerk at Family Dollar With a gold tooth Who laughs and says “You like these, huh?” As you purchase your Fifth juice of the week, A mirror image You do not completely Recognize, God or the devil himself— That will torment you, Force you to ask The difficult question Upon the scale Of evolution. Those days, Will plant seeds of hope. Only if you listen
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Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 10:00 PM UTC
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