Conquering the self inflicted pain
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a Cold stain Bleaches your Skin white.
You are used to wiping it away but this time you let it touch the fabric.
the warm fabric.
I have wallowed in my pain
I have seen the worst and best
side of me.
I was lost, running on a beaten path
this was a life i knew all to well
then the light shone through
and chased my fears away
