Train

Like a hot knife cutting through butter, like a salve, a poultice, melting away thick black disease.

You are in my heart.

I am walking wounded, I am not the same. All I can do is look to You.

Thank You for being here. Turn to Me, You say. Don't worry so much about what's wrong and what's right. Turn to Me and I'll make sure its right.

I'm so tired. I'm looking to You. This dam has broken and it has broken good.

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