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Knives, daggers, bullets, bruises, please explain,
Give me anything. Just tell me why I am in this pain.
What reason do I have?
What reason do you see?
Look at me!
I have nothing.
This pain is without warning.
This suffering without explanation.
And yet, it is so real.
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Hello Rae Rae...
I can't explain your reason for the pain but, no pain no gain...
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger...
If the daggers, the knives, the bullets and the bruises (all plural I see) didn't do it, I think you just may overcome, unless it just happened then you may want to call the Paramedics before you bleed to death...
Best wishes and blessings!
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong
Hey Rae Rae!!...... I've tried to comment twice now.... it keeps friggin' disappearing...... here's the short version......I live with chronic pain......I had a 'Spinal Cord Simulator' implanted on my spine to be able to deal with this tucked up reality!!....... so I can so TOTALLY relate dear sister poet!!...... succinctly powerful!!.......ALL STARS!!.........LOVE & ROCKETS!!........T xo ?✴❤
such an honest write.
i shall keep you in my prayers.