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it's okay...
but it didn't start out that way
from the time of your entry from the birth canal
your clock of pain started ticking
a ticking of pain that seemed never ending
 like a long slow road to hell
driving pain bone marrow deep,
 but no one could tell,
 'cause you hid it well
you were left on your own and alone
having to fend for yourself; 
masquerading through life  
aimlessly, 
like a lost hiker without a compass
having to rely on common sense
and the Whispers of a loving Creator
always on your right shoulder
helping you get over the fence
crossing one fence
then another
each climb taking you to different plains
with new horizons in your view
and as your legs grew 
your climb did too
it soon became time for you to take a rest
but still today you're always on guard
and when pain of old familiar comes along
you get triggered; but rest my dear…
I got us from here ...
my inner child…

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