Some hurts are best left alone
some questions best left unanswered
some answers best left unsaid
it pricks like a million needles
it bites like a million fangs
my body seems in adequate
my heart bleeds thick blood
my eyes weep tears of misery
but they don't drown the pain
I try to assuage the suffering
and make it worse
I run to the source of agony
and embrace it in my arms
Accept it as my defeat
and wail over the loss
and then I move on
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