Toughest one yet.
I told myself: Write another song, love. One that speaks of turning yourself inside out and shaking out all the dust that have gathered inside of you. Scare the ghosts away from the halls of your being.
I realize, I am strong.
I realize I am wonderful.
I realize I do not need wings to rise above this overrated pain on this plane.
Temptation: Heed the call of my limbs.
Love does not deal pain that it is aware of...
... I mean, the lover professing love does not deal pain he or she is aware of dealing...
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