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Curse Of The Past

Too open.
Like each pulsating wound on a body almost stabbed to death by broken promises.
Pouring out fresh blood continuously regardless of their dates of print…

Too open.
Like the void within a mangled souled who’s yet to find a family and home.
Empty of the kind of love only another can bring…

Too open.
I shouldn’t be,
Seeing how closed off everyone around me became after opening my heart in ways I never have?
Move on,
Rather than reverting back to the man I once couldn’t wait to put to a close?…

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