| Grief and Rage > My Soul Hurts | by Amara Morrigan |
1/1/2004 |
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I can think of no
other way
to describe it
the depth of it escapes me
I am only a receptacle
unconditional
undeniable
undermined
it sickens me, cripples me
I let it live
untouched by the hands
that could destroy
repair
control
my soul hurts
I hate, therefore
I might one day love
or perhaps
I have already
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