I wont pretend my pain will end
Many scars and shattered wounds held.
Sunlit nights and darkened days…
Find my hands bloodied
Attempting to protect buckeling knees
Descending.
As I come to rest,
Upon a bed of gravel!
Too wasted to pretend logic!
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