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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Daily Poetry #67, April 5, 2017 Word: Wound Through time in and out, history repeats, And I find that life leaves the same wounds. Unable to heal, I hide them away, Hoping no one will see, no matter how crazy it sounds. They never disappear, it’s just a distraction, So I scratch and rip at them carelessly. Words flow from blood, and tears from scars, I cry as I realize that I can never let them be. I’ve tried bandages and nothing ever heals, And I’ve tried hiding away, but it just hurts more. Please just save me from the life I live, I don’t want to do this anymore, it’s already hurt my core. Being smart used to be an accomplishment, But now it’s just another expectation. These old wounds just open again as I continue, To live under lies without sudden realization. “I have to be perfect,” this fake reality I live, Though I know one day everything will shatter and fall. Those wounds ache as I try to live that lie, And I refuse to admit that I don’t know what I’m doing at all. “Just keep doing,” that’s what I tell myself, Fooling my mind by saying it’ll get better. Wake up and keep going, work until you break, “-- year old in hospital,” the next news header. So many days in my life that I’ve wasted, So I close my eyes and allow it to escape me. With one more laugh as my life flashes rapidly, I guess that this time just wasn’t meant to be
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