First Aide

Pain isn’t a broken car, revving smoke in an immovable fury.

Pain is a crying, redcheeked child.

Pain isn’t asking to be fixed. It just wants your attention, your care.

Turns out, I’ve bled out looking for solutions when the wound just wanted me to look at it.

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