PAINknow what pain is? Nothing physical.... its soul, spirit, energy, mind... torn into little bits... glass shattered in the human soul.....PAIN
Pain is when one cant sweep it up and sticks there.... it goads the blood to run faster...it gets chummy with disease.... its a pale sickly, greenish color like snot..sticking there its full of pins and needles.... its rips at flesh tears at souls... a shredder .... it hates its host so it stabs, bleeds, rapes the spirit.... scrape, slice, crunch...
its knifes of fire made from memories of past hurt... schhtcht
God ForsakenRain Dream For shayla I thought of this on the way out of school when the wind blew your hair up.. you have pretty hair by the way. The young woman walked out of the high school building….She looked for her father, and then , sure he was not there turned back to the door listening to her sister chatter. Christian and her brown haired friend waved goodbye. She shut out the people around her who could not stop arguing or chattering endlessly about things that did not matter. The class discussion whirled through her mind reminding of past hurts. … But the rain was beautiful. The wind toyed softly with her hair as a toddler might and brGod Forsaken
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if i told you the truth, you wouldn't believe the truth because the truth isn't the truth because it's the truth that isn't the truth because it's not the truth because it is the truth, so what is the truth?
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