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When grief comes to you as a waive of difficulty,
of sadness,
of despair,
of loss
It’s a most difficult matter
Because you’re alone
No one else understands
Emotional wounds cut deep
They live with you all the time
Physical wounds tend to get better
But emotional wounds can last forever
As attractive as the world is
It’s cold
There is little love
There is little care
We need love
We need understanding
We need help
We need support
Or else, how can we go on?
Sure time might “heal” your wounds
But a piece that broke off
Never quite heals the same
I pray I find solutions
And peace
To get through such difficult times
And forever…

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