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Bandages
By Roxxi
Sometimes they were
My only friends
Stuck by me
Through thick and thin
Sometimes I bought them
Like an honest person
Other times I stole them
There are no excuses for that
Sometimes I would
Talk to them
But somehow they
Already knew my story
Sometimes they did
Take away my pain
From pipe burns
And knife wounds
Sometimes they understood
Without any judgment
I really didn't want
To get them dirty
Sometimes I would cry
When I threw them away
It was like getting rid of
A small piece of me
Sometimes I miss them
And their comfort
But that's old behavior
I'm on a new journey now
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Copyright 2019 Roxxi
Author's Note:
It sounds nuts, but it is what it is.Comments on "Bandages"
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On Saturday, January 18, 2020, SolApathy
(667)
wrote:
A powerful write reminiscing of those memories that bore such a combination of pain and happiness... Like that salty sweet treat that has no right to taste that good...This is why we must never let those memories die though, they help us strive for something better, even if it may never come--The hope that it will keeps up from becoming numb...
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On Saturday, November 30, 2019, Purposelessness
(150) wrote:
Sometimes it's so hard to stay away, good write I enjoyed this, it reminded me of how many times I've come back.
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On Saturday, November 30, 2019, bobbery
(124) wrote:
good write!! we keep on stiching ourselves together
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