I see you blank stare; listless;
Hair matted; unshaven.
A caustic mix of sweaty tears
And dirt-kissed dead skin cells.
I want to fix you;
Regardless of the deep wounds
that insist on infection. The
Raw pain persists when you smile.
I want to make you laugh;
Break through Ice, bone and
Show you that pain is a trap
Of infinite Proportions.
But yet, you are not alone.
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