I never invited pain,
But, like any other relative,
She comes with baggage;
It is never packed neatly
And you can see it bulge through the seams
if you get close enough.
I would not “Marie Condo” my self
But I am getting better at packing
Pain is a Relative
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I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
SickyBeat 
your auntie poems touch my heart here also.
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