It benumbs, shatters soul
but scars are always like lines
on water which disappear
with no trace whatsoever,
for those striving to pacify.
Task is to live, absorb
and chug on without
betraying even a trace of
the pains that left craters
of odious emptiness.
Pains are intense, stifling
and enduring but
there is a life to be lived,
purposes hard to be found,
but cant call it quits neverthless.
Personal is pain of any hue,
digest it with a bravery,
that is as brittle as a facade,
but be an impostor of
first rate perfection, that's life.
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