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Truth to the lies
You say that I’m not alone.
But I have lost people and some scars are more than an urn or a head stone.
Some have chosen separate paths.
Others have chosen to relapse; back to the same people that caused wounds that I bandaged.
I have some alive and doing well in their own home.
But I still have no notifications on my phone.
As the minute hand circles the clock and hours turn to minutes.
I start to wonder if even my mind has limits.
It cant exactly create something out of thin air.
There has to be some truth to the lies that are already there.
But I have lost people and some scars are more than an urn or a head stone.
Some have chosen separate paths.
Others have chosen to relapse; back to the same people that caused wounds that I bandaged.
I have some alive and doing well in their own home.
But I still have no notifications on my phone.
As the minute hand circles the clock and hours turn to minutes.
I start to wonder if even my mind has limits.
It cant exactly create something out of thin air.
There has to be some truth to the lies that are already there.
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