Trauma
- Jaime David
- Apr 19
- 1 min read
There once was a weight in my chest, That haunted my dreams and my rest. It whispered of pain, Like a long, hidden stain, But healing said, "You’ve done your best."
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Jaime David
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There once was a weight in my chest, That haunted my dreams and my rest. It whispered of pain, Like a long, hidden stain, But healing said, "You’ve done your best."
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