

Midnight MeditationFocused, I sit before three flames On the highest flame, I watch the wax near by It drips clear, like a tear My tear I am filled with thoughts of regret Try as I might otherwise, I manage to harm those I love most Is that how love is? To harm and be harmed? A person you do not love, cannot harm you But a person you do not love, holds no value Thoughts drip like the wax from the flame Lost are they to the rocks below How can I continually hurt the one who has done the most to heal me? But then, how often have the roles be reversed? Sometimes, to mend a broken bMidnight Meditation
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Amanda
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Amanda
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