They all look different
on the outside
but every one the same.
The same swirling mind
unhealthy thoughts
damaged by life.
By life that wasn’t kind
is it ever
we all carry wounds.
Carry wounds with us
bleeding on eachother
looking for a healer.
A healer to mend us
to cure us
when we can not.
Can not, will not
don’t know how
don’t even try.
I won’t be that anymore.
I am no one’s healer.
Save for myself.
Evermore 
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