pain
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unseen
The physical fights leave visible wounds, and scars that prove the struggle that ensued. But these brutal wars that we fight within, the deep wounds that incessantly bleed till we drop down on the battle field, the help that never arrives because to the beholder there is nothing to be helped…
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the Storm
I’ve learnt to observe this storm within. It is literally a storm, rocking your insides and threatening to tear you down. And boy, has it torn me down! I have lost track of the number of times it has happened over the past couple of years.
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Tea is always at four.
“Had I gained something at Sillington House? Or had I lost something there? The answer was yes.” This 1997 Newbery Medal winner is to me, a wonderful place to visit and revisit and again re-visit, ever since I first stumbled into Epiphany Middle School and the Souls in my teenage years.
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Survival
When your heart is breaking to piecesloud enough for the whole world to hear,But the person standing next to you hears not… When the pain within is written on your facemaking each step forward a battle,But the crew you spend day n’ night see naught… When the tears stream down endlesslysoaking the bedspread and flowing…
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the fight called life
she builds no more bridges she’s afraid of hurricanes.
Quill Gone Mad 