From this cold embittered heart
I just cannot be prised apart
Like a leech on an open wound
Oh, is there any hope for me
From the past to be set free
And to love again become more attuned?
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"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
From this cold embittered heart
I just cannot be prised apart
Like a leech on an open wound
Oh, is there any hope for me
From the past to be set free
And to love again become more attuned?
🖤
Beautiful, Charmer! 💙💙💙
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Thank you Robin 🖤🖤
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Beautiful ❤
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Thank you my friend 🖤🖤
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The past may not need letting go, maybe just find a new way to co-exist. The past and the new live in different space of time and brain compartment.
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You’re right my friend.
Living with trauma is certainly all about finding new ways to co-exist with your pain.
Some things though are much harder to let go of… And that’s even saying you want to I guess 🖤🖤🖤
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🖤🖤🖤
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I guess we are never free from the past, it either shapes us for the future and we carry a part of it inside us at all times..I hope someday we are able to separate it from that dark corner of our heart and just revisit it only when we want and need to 🙂🙂
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I hope so too 🖤🖤
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🙂🙂
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Perfect metaphor and flow!
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Thank you my friend 🖤🖤
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