The sharp enduring pain of now,
rips apart the outer shell,
the pains of past,
exposed.
Pierced to the core,
past trauma bleeds out,
ousing, contaminating.
The bandages of the years,
inadequate and soaked.
On the inside I cry,
the well of tears dry.
No sound I make,
no show to see,
no stop to take,
no time for me.
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