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Poetry

Fragments from my mind in written form which I either think of at the darkest hour of night or during an afternoon meal of only 45 chicken nuggets.

{ remembrance }

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by gurglesmurglepurgle

by gurglesmurglepurgle

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Throbbing headaches.

Aching eyelids.

Sore limbs.

That's what she felt now.

Now.

A word displaying the present moment, yet is able to pull a fragment of the past at the same time.

Now, she felt hurt.

Now, she felt pain.

Hurt

that can rip your heart to shreds and shatter each piece to dust.

Pain

that can tear apart your skin and leave you a bloody mess.

This is not before.

Before, there was only peace.

But now?

Peace doesn't exist.