Never alone

The pain in my chest,

A bullet proof vest,

protecting my heart from the crushing truth.

A crippling blow,

a whimper that drags my soul low,

the wounds that keep me whole in this asylum of hope.

If pain is the answer,

then hope is the question,

for in a world built on rights,

there is always a wrong.

And nobody comes out of the darkness alone.

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