distress. torment.
i grieve for moments i pushed away.
my heart beats with the past.
this constant reminder inside me
that just maybe its too late
to be reborn.
i would call this pain but
that seems so unrevolutionary
so ordinary.
this is anything but.
yet everyone in the world
feels as I do.
the tears they shed
are just like mine.
we create a flood
for each and every soul to drown.
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Sometimes we make it worse trying to make it better.
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