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Picking Them
The metaphorical heart is
closed, boarded up.
Love is for teenagers.
Us old fucks get the messed up
lost, psychotic, jaded replicas of what's
left after a million cuts from life.
Scabs.
closed, boarded up.
Love is for teenagers.
Us old fucks get the messed up
lost, psychotic, jaded replicas of what's
left after a million cuts from life.
Scabs.
Published 8th Dec 2020
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8th Dec 2020 6:44am
8th Dec 2020 5:23pm
Wow!! Love this write... Powerful thought ..! 🌷 And certainly rings a truth... one could consider that some of these wounds may be haphazard or unintentional... some may also reveal beautiful scars of wisdom that can carry you through the next battle... where you win... and a triumphant seat next to your king or queen... my thoughts... ⚘✌
11th Dec 2020 6:32pm
I thought of that old NIN song “Only” for some reason, picking at the scab unable to leave it alone, but I digressed...
This long road certainly gives us a beating.
Thanks for sharing nikki.
This long road certainly gives us a beating.
Thanks for sharing nikki.
