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Aubrix
Aubrix

2mo

INTJ

Cancer

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Musings on chronic pain;

From the depths of my soul, To the balls of my feet. I hurt. Behind my eyes, Inside my brain. I hurt. My fingers, my bones; They ache. My skin feels warm, firey and swollen. Don't touch, stay away-- my body holds my pain. I am contrived in my pain, Out of touch. Asinine, and out of place. Relic of a different age. Concieted, woebegotten. Formless, shapeless. Without. But yet somehow I can find, The place where I must hold the line. Rain or shine, Up or down, 10 rated pain or not-- I maintain. Regardless of this bitter world, I know there is eternal hope in His redeeming Grace. One day all this pain will cease. Because all this pain is just an illusion.

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