SUFFERING FORM OF NEW COMPASSION DESIRE

It's not uncommon they stated, yet rare on going studies conducted by 'who?' If you knew the who, that's only the start between editor journalist anticipating box frames of insurance writers.

To speak of such in advocacy programs, to even type from the pain inside, not much can be done for the occasion that seem need to happen.

It's first sign of kick in to the backside, locking the vessel down enough make a grown man pledge his life is over oceans.
Layout like vegetable awaiting it's misery to release you from its hold on spontaneous occasions.
All it's seem want for all have a need is beg for glory of faith that God will surrender, it's blissful plunders wrap around your soul.
Yet, it's neither God or Chirst found you in the mist, only the spit fire of all expected energies bonding with the holiness of grace swear to send it back to the maker, and fine tune itself to stand corrected before come looking for a fight with you a child of mercy.

That is just what the hell you do, fight inside until it release, get ready stand up walk in faith like it never happened.

I curse this pain in vein, must been thousand of lifetimes over. For anyone else suffering this bitterness in life find sweet glory in relief.

Oh yes,it's small things that will add up to the occasion for internal systemic issues, like put themselves throughout little secret in journey of life time. Like sticking a fork in outlet while washing dishes, or several days in roll to foolishly slam the same finger in automobile door, unsubconscious self picking orders of natural habits.
Yes, I must have seen these days coming in youth to adulthood had curse this pain to hell I felt in dwelling.

It's not of mine, yet within the vessel as I look deep into a mirror to observe how I can make even my eye pupils flex like a muscle, ironically odd is this serious my abilities or just the vessel itself?

As time goes on you forget small things in childhood like personally self experiments: Such as counting your air breathe fog on glassd window after rain just count down to the ratio of your pulse, and the seconds timed the fog disappeared to how many beats in that pulses is basically your heart beat ratio per minute. Or have I forgotten exactly how that personally experiment went to even roll play it today?
As if, it would be important to save my life, sigh.
I must be in a fairytale world here one earth, while being still perfectly grounded to the mother planet elements.

All my aches, all my mistakes, the mishaps was meant for learning growth in lessons, seriously?
Yes, absolutely has be the true to these topics of suffering is compassion of knowledge keep bravely submissive to it.
Until, it's so unbearable that it makes self reach out for another to bond with in joyful bliss of moaning, yelling, screaming, even at time losing dignity of that which one seeks to laughter in pride just get bye another day.

Ye, suffering is my endings desire as it seems, to maybe know what even heaven peaceful is many gladly share testimonies over: Once this vessel gives up its merely fight in life;
Uou & I shall find celebration in that of which would be truth worthy having to lived a full life & acknowledge what love is spiritual at respect.

Author's Note

For others have better, than what is felt storming in the depth of my bloody vessel
to endeavor until the end doc, until the doc;

I pray ńaƴ, never come know of these slow painful circumstances to endurance of knowledge as lessons of compassion keep moving forward.