How many times must someone write
To heal an open wound
How many times must they describe
The horrors they've been through
Everyone shall live inside
Though the outer portion dies
These words can heal the wounds you find
Through every spec of life
These words are medication
The victem is your soul
The words you write, recite to me
And I shall grant console
The words shall filter, through your mind
Evicted of the lies
The truth comes out, we read about
A life, through different eyes
It gives us strength, please give us more
I'd love to hear your best
My soul shall scream, to hear your pain
With one more aching breath
My life shall bleed to need your words
And heed when they are found
My feelings slowly pause within
And pain shall turn around
Speak to me, unto my mind
Recite the words you write
And we both shall gain a medicine
For an ever bleeding life
 
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