Headaches come and go. Heartbreak lasts until the next good thing comes along, an impending heartbreak you are once again blinded by. Divorced parents think they know; their capacity of fathoming your pain is less than the debt they've incurred mapped by the number of scars embedded in your childhood skin. People you know now and knew then come and go, still judging, and you wonder why it is that you are the only lost cause; living with the vibrancy of heaviness lurking beneath your former potency, strangely yet positively irrepressible beyond any measure. God, I know you only give me things I can handle but I pray that these abundant hand outs stop. There are people less fortunate in the world who can benefit more than I can.
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