As I sit here, I feel pain on the sides and below.As I touch my head, I feel pain on the topAs I stand, I feel pain in the middle and below.As I twist my shoulder, I feel pain on the right.As I bend my body, I feel a sharp pain.As I bend further, I

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Time often does not heal the wounded heart.Our hearts have so been wounded many times over.The fear of what I cannot stop bleeding.The puddle grows to a massive size within me.I am not sure how to contain this mess.Neither those around me can either.Countless hours I have fought against temptation. A flight of stairs turns

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