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Find My Way

There are so many things I feel and so little I speak of.

It is not of the day to day, of the "human" inflictions but something else.

Another part that is all encompassing and often hidden from plain view.

I hear it all, I feel it all, though I have learned to put it to a place for later.

However, even in these creative means, it does little to appease the repetitious waves of pain that vibrate through me.

Pain… a simple construct that does little justice for the mass amount of variables to this one word.

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