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If hurt had a life of its own

It would have a house with the curtains drawn

Silently it would sit until more hurt came a knocking

Then it would let that hurt come in.

They would share the same couch

Use the same bed

Hurt would make room for its friends.

Meals would definitely be optional

Hurt would not check its mail

It could not stand any more bad news

Weeks would turn into longer

And the hurt would get stronger

It would dominate all around it

No time to ask permission

Hurt just would

Nothing would take as much meaning as hurt

Hurt would send the other feelings away.

If hurt had a life, the one you are responsible for giving it.

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