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The pain is crippling, when seen full face. At one time, pain and fear and death... meant something.
No more. Yet the wounds remain.
You can, no matter how much I love you. No matter my intent. I can't save, only, seemingly, not die. I'll bleed of soul for it, you will be at rest.
As much as I have tried and wished...
Emotionally in perpetual horror. When the bandages leak.
Odd what can trigger it all. A simple movie.
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