Your Words

It is likely I will forget these things
I hope so
Or so I think
I will find another snail shell
I will heal
Somehow press on
Perhaps a day of dwelling will come
A safe inhabitance
Far from the wreckage 
The carcasses of judgment, assumptions, more disappointment
But yet
This is living 
This is hurting
This is keeping up

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