It Won't Hurt
By blighters rock
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My life is a ball of knotted loss,
of the two I can’t see and the one I can;
three angels marooned from my world.
I look out for photo-frames now,
blossoming faces to place behind glass
that I clean like a degenerate widower.
I used to look at these wondrous faces,
willing God that I may soon be with them,
convinced that I have to let them go.
The wallpaper on my phone
is a cobweb that spells lies
and soon I will understand the pain I caused.
I used to be so happy
to show people their beauty,
but now I am much more careful.
Eyes defy sense with pitiful delusion,
sure that my distance is for good reason;
‘What must he have done to deserve this?’
A looming crest of dark pregnant cloud
silent and grotesque as it closes in,
but why on earth would I move?
I imagine my thoughts appearing before me,
scratched pins of eyes in deeply drawn bones;
you can hit me if you like.
I promise you, it won’t hurt.
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Some of the frankest and
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It seems as though you are
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I can only echo what has
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I needed to read your
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Greetings big fella. One of
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v glad the sun's shining for
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Your main focus needs to be
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Thanks for sharing this,
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Brilliant! As a depressive,
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new Blightersrock Hello!
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new Blightersrock Hi!
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Well done with this. Very
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Just catching up - I think
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This one feels like an open
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