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Cursed to feel

Everything I have ever loved has left unattended wounds on the most sensitive parts of my body.

Like ritual killings in the old times where you are chained to a log of fire and one by one they stab you. Only in this set of circumstance those people are the ones whose names are scored on my heart and it would only fit if their stabs are right there next to them.

The term stitches and healing are both foreign galaxies to me , I am unfamiliar to such comfort,

A canvas that cries in agony, my heart is a dark painting ,it bleeds in every numb color complimenting all of its painful brush strokes . Such impending doom,

I fear that to love is to suffer and for one to suffer one has to love.

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