she longs to be seen
to be heard
to be felt
to be loved
to be hoped for and cherished
in this world where too many have shed her raw
where too many have shut her out
where she has been bled dry.
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stillness in time
Poetrya passing stranger has the same colourful complexities of life like you do. maybe they had it easy, maybe they didn't. the point is, we have felt hurt before. maybe it's healed, maybe it's just healing and maybe it's not. but can you even heal when...
