scattered —
When she adrift her gift… for nothing
She is convinced and lifted as a dream
In smoulder, no overcome she will find
First her mother and almost her mind
Later, to a friend, she puts on weight
Her father left after, as did the rafter
Her home became scattered in a pile
All alone, she could not sleep awhile
By her bruises, she is too used to lose
As to guess is no; and yes is to choose
For her unhurt is necessary to blame
In contrary, each pain hurt the same
© R|CARDO.
— Ricardo Sexton
“Each pain hurt the same.”
We forget that when we hurt others, don’t you think?
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Wow!!! This is so wow!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
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Amazing !! Very well written.
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Imprint of abuse runs deep.
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