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on this wonderful earth from our birth to the death unfortunately, we are travelling with worthless faith on the path, we are moving quite crazy by being lazy, omitting the truth, that is hiding beneath our breath changing wonders to squanders, going and glowing without actual growing with a sound war between the health and the wealth struggling for happiness searching the sign and rhyme of fullfillness to full illness, congesting for the longest quest of life with many surprising twists, turned the life mystical test with the absence of rest.

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Date: 1/14/2021 5:31:00 PM
I must say...this is an evocative piece, it puts me in mind of my own issues with debilitating past experiences. Thank you for not phrasing your trauma as an inescapable "Well Of Souls". For what else is creativity but the making and sharing of our measures in defeating our own guilt for having survived all that has shaped us into what we've become...believe me, I know The Best is still to come.
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Date: 1/14/2021 1:10:00 AM
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Date: 10/24/2020 12:55:00 PM
Trauma stays with us forever and you described it very well in your poem..
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