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I hurt inside.
Grief is like a physical ache.
Inside your chest
Your heart really hurts.
A stab
Like a wound
Except there's no blood
To show to the world.

Grief is grief
Its your own pain
No one else sees it the same,
Grief hurts;
So unbearably,
Except with no wound;
You can't bleed to death
And find sweet release.

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Life uses
Life abuses
Life gives
Life takes
Life suffocates
Life hates
Life loves
Life demands
Life is a greedy bitch
Life doesn't compromise
Life wants all of you
Till the day you die.

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame ( Read more... )

What happens when you take all the words away;
With what do I express my pain?
My joy; my desire?
My inner fire?
I can't hold a pen;
My hand shakes.
I'm numb; fingers on a keyboard;
Can't coordinate.

And to say?
Speech; spoken word;
Taken, normally for granted;
Gone; I can't form the words.

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