it rips and bleeds and scars and scabs like a battle wound you made yourself.
it tightens and hardens and aches and throbs like a muscle that's soon to be sculpted and toned.
it roars and it rushes and it seeps and it rolls like a raging monsoon river that leaves spring silt behind.
it's pain. but it's healing. it hurts. but it's good. it tears down and it cripples. but there's life in its wake.
it's a gentle reminder - a tender reminder - a worthy reminder - a poignant reminder -
it makes me remember what i've always known - i always get hurt when i'm off on my own.
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