A Wounded Soul I am a wounded soul! wounded countless times . Some are healed.. Some still bleed.. and some still burn... Pain like an iron fist sqeezes and debilitates me... But.... You will never see me cry.. I possess the skill to deflect my tears inwards so that the saline stream heal my bleeding heart.. I have learned... to cover my brokenness in the veil of my smile.. I have acquired the technique to smother my sobs with my songs.. I have mastered endurance... I know, time will blunt the sharp edges, making it easier to carry the pain along.. And then I would wear my scars as badges of bravery... You'll never see me cry.. Preetha Raj
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