painful morningsA Chapter by Lyn Andersonit really isn't pretty, it's not even poetry, it's just me coping.
if I could
frame it neatly pack it tight like a poem into an organized quatrain. make this pain go away box it uptight, contain it ... wait, that isn't how I write anyway. if only you were a stubbed toe. and a series of swears would take away your bite. to write is to hurt to not write is to let you win. if I could turn back time, I would go run into him. Perfect Agony Inside Nerves Pills Acetominophen Ibuprophen Naproxen Points Again Into Numb © 2018 Lyn AndersonAuthor's NoteReviews
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2 Reviews Added on March 14, 2016 Last Updated on July 5, 2018 Tags: pain, anger, denial, depression, fight AuthorLyn AndersonToronto, Ontario, CanadaAboutI write under a pseudonym. I don't do Read Requests, but you can PM me if you want me to read something specific. I make friends with people who I read and interact with. I won't accept random reque.. more..Writing
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