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Àŧùl Feb 2016
Still learning to balance myself,
Struggling hard not to fall,
Still falling like an oversized kid,
Struggling on path unbeaten,
Still getting sprains and strains,
Struggling to keep my head.

Fell down yesterday morning much to my own dismay and I fell down on a hard surface, my ribs ache from the right side now.
My HP Poem #1021
©Atul Kaushal
Nicole Dawn Sep 2015
Yes, Doctor
First it hurt horribly
Unbearably

Then,
It swelled up
So I wrapped it tight
Till the swelling went down

Next,
The swelling was gone,
But it started to bruise
It turned bright colors; purple and red
So I iced it numb
Till I felt no more

Now,
The bruises aren't so bright
But the numbness went away
And back came the excruciating pain
So I took some medicine
To make things seem better

But Doctor,
Here's the thing:
I don't think it will get better

So Doctor,
Can you fix my soul?
No. He can't fix it. I'm officially broken

— The End —