The hurt ones

The hurt ones

don’t say much

don’t do much

either

cry or smile

or laugh or live

just float

in an endless

salt estuary

of indifference

flanked by their

own monsters.

Is there an escape? May be.

but do they know it? Probably not.

The hurt ones,

hold on!

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