Pain, Hurts, Freedom!
They are real,
from surface of the skin,
To the depths of cells and through layer by layer,
Untill it strach on soul!
It is true,
Breaking of wings,
of compassion and strength!
It is Untied,
The stings attached to the stone,
One day fall out, and unseen!
If all is allowed, and happening,
Then, why deficient ?
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