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The Well

I bleed for now, because I am unable to weep
The hurt is so real and runs so deep
My Life bleeds clear, like a stream without resistance
Until I decided that there is a limit
to how high a pile of a carpet I will be
and how much hurt will be filled into that well,
called ME
It needed to go
so the hurt could be free
I let go
so I could be ME

To my demise that saying "history repeats itself" is so true. This poem was originally written in 2001 at the ending of a bad relationship in my bad life. It didn't even have a title. Here it is 2013, I found this poem and revised part of it. How sad to see how it fits perfectly into the ending of my most recent relationship and continued bad life! Must stop this cycle! Yes, I am going to get a divorce. But this time I will review and remember my history lessons!

#DivorceHurt #Love #Pain #Relationships #Sadness #Self

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