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Eat's Us

We hardly learn from our own pain

And sometimes

We choose to feel it

Over and over again

We go back to the same person

Or same environment

That eat’s us


Even with the biggest motivator,

Unbearable pain,

To move on, learn and grow from,

We still take our pain

With a side of drugs, booze and denial

And make art out of it

Maybe in hopes

Others can learn from us…

But no

They’re destined to repeat

their mistakes

over and over again

too


If we have a tough time

learning from our own painful history,

how the hell

are we expected

to learn from the painful history of the world?


-C.H.

 
 
 

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