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The Deepest Hurt

I'm stripped of all possessions, nothing can soothe this deepest hurt; what cure do I seek, if I brought it upon myself? I'm troubled, unable to find serenity anywhere, even in places where no wind hisses; where do I lay my head on and finally rest? This earthly life has been worthlessly thrown away, will the heavenly life be a lot different... teaching me what I refused to learn and admit? I'm stripped of all possessions, as awareness takes away the veil of blindness, and reveals how vain I've been trusting in gold! I doubt if God, in the afterlife, will be fully compassionate and I won't be judged too harshly for my guilts and sins; is repentance enough to enter Heaven without knocking? There are certain scars that can be healed from pain... if forgiveness wipes every stain from that repentant soul; and if nobody is willing to forgive: I'll remain the deepest hurt!

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