The wounds are deep. The flesh is raw. Words are the placebo. Where's the Vicodin?
The feelings are trapped. Hatred. Fear. Peace. Anger. Relief. Knowledge. Jealousy.
Tears are the only thing that escape to acknowledge. Hatred. Fear. Peace. Anger. Relief. Knowledge. Jealousy.
The nerves are numb. Even with them gone, the feeling will still exist. Every once in a while you will reach for it. It will not be there.
The pain is a phantom. You know you were right. It had to go. It has always been this way. What was dead was holding you back.
Untrap. Hatred. Fear. Peace. Anger. Relief. Knowledge. Jealousy.
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