Healing
I am a wounded a warrior.
Afraid to fall in love again.
There's a gaping hole where a heart should be.
It was ripped out during battle in October.
I suffer from injuries fear of embarrasment and attachment.
"I've been hurt enough" I tell myself.
"It's all reptition."
So I try to hold back.
But is holding back really healing?
Or is it experience.
If I fear I'll never know.
To get rid of fear I must know.
I must heal, thats what warriors do.
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