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A Fresh WoundSometimes issues surface from out of the blue. Pain and hurt strike without warning, Catching me completely off guard. How far can it go before It reaches the point of no return? As it is now, Things may never be the same. What a heart wrenching thought. My heart has been stabbed without warning. My armour neatly packed away deep in the closet, Completely unaware it would ever be needed, Especially in this case. The wound is deep and fresh As I stand dumbfounded Clutching my bleeding heart, Wondering where I turn for treatment. They say time heals all wounds. We'll just have to see about that. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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