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To heal is to be constantly reminded that once you learn to punch, you die with blood on your wrist.

Odd Ken

Breathe in the pain and bring out the wounds. It’s only a process and you’ll learn to survive the rest.
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Breathe Learning Pain Rest Survive Wound Yourself
I guess we all understand the love language fine; but maybe truth is we’re just too fluent in goodbyes.
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End Goodbye Language Love Myself Truth Understand
Often times the language is different; by which I mean, I love her, and it’s the only stammer I’ve ever known.
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Different Language Love Myself Time
And when the cold comes, I swear I can feel her in my bones.
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Bone Cold Feeling Herself Myself Winter
Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
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Mistook Myself Pain Progress Work
I don’t think the world is ever getting better; I guess maybe people just find new ways to hide what kills them.
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Hide Kill Myself People Thinking Way World
There’s not much I know about forgetting. By which I mean I can hear her name from a distance; and it still breathes cold in my chest.
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Breathe Cold Distance Forget Herself Myself Name
Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
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Herself Name People Skin
I’ve seen it, I know it too; love still dances in the fire after the rescue.
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Dance Fire Love Myself Rescue See
The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
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Break Death Hide Start World
What if love has always been the quench and the fire? or perhaps all we need to lose to find all we need to have?
ODD KEN

Fire Lose Love Need Philosophy
After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
ODD KEN

Brutal Demand End Healing Myself Poem Run
These sharp edges you left behind, they cut so deep; and I guess maybe I am just not dying enough.
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Death Deep Edge Enough Hurt Myself
Sometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.
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Death Pain Smile Thinking World
All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.
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Children Depression Hands Myself Soft
Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.
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Drown Fire Herself Love Myself Preparation

To heal is to be constantly reminded that once you learn to punch, you die with blood on your wrist.

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