When the clothes of life don’t fit us right.
All the world hums in a headache grey.
I wish for it all to fade away.
To drown in the peace of a miracle.
Or to sleep in the air of reframe.
But life is wanton, and but an ocean of torment.
And pain is the reservoir that keeps refilling.
Washing over me, again and again
Havoc and Consequence 
Because, we experience things, so deeply, that’s why, we get, affected by all the ills of the world, and sometimes, the emotions that we feel, for others become too great they drowned us…
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like roots, we soak up all around us.
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I feel you. But I believe in the quote, “Keep moving while going through hell. Why would you want to stop there?”
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I agree, no need to stop and smell the sulphur!
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