Still...
In each passing time unfolding ...
I've been trying to make the most that I can
to put something in my days ...
to put meaning to every tick of the clock...
to live a day at a time...
to forget about the thoughts...
of all the hurts ...
of all the reasons
to move on...
Even at the middle of anything
and at the end of all my efforts
Still... I get back
to the wounded self
that I am...
With no words to think and scribble
but just the tears
streaming from my heart...
Manuelle Augustine
@2015
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