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Hurt, wounded, bleeding,
seeking help, compassion.
Sadly, no one came, no one heard.
While crying for assistance, I know
I need to calm down, stop crying.
Murmuring, I told self you have to be okay.
Yes, I said to self, repeatedly, you will be okay.
So, I took a deep breath, and another,
before I finally get up, walking, limping.
One day I will be okay again, oneday.
It may take a while, but you will be well.
I walk without turning my back, as I tried to hold the pain, and like echo telling myself, one day soon it will just be a memory. #