Why do you ask what pain is?
Pain has become a part of me.
When all is gone, it stays behind,
Like a leaf that can’t let go of the tree.
~Saadia
A Part Of Me
Why do you ask what pain is?
Pain has become a part of me.
When all is gone, it stays behind,
Like a leaf that can’t let go of the tree.
~Saadia
Reflections 
Very beautiful Saadia. From pain there often comes poetry. I hope there is healing though.
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There is . Thank you 🙂
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I can relate.
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🙂
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I must say pain brings out the poetic side like no other! *sigh*
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It does, Zee. It definitely does 🙂
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