Embracing the pain — a poem

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Pain is irrelevant.

A mere echo reverberating

Around the halls of your power;

Allow it for a moment to remind you

Of how far you’ve ascended.

Then silence it

Like a hand on a ringing glass.

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Your Lost Language
Your Lost Language

Written by Your Lost Language

“Being loved the way I love, would begin perhaps, a little quietly.” Poems by Sarah.

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