I done fucked around and fell in love again, knowing my heart can’t take it.

I done fucked around and fell in love again,

Knowing my mind can’t break it

I done fucked around and fell in love again,

Knowing my body can’t shake it

I done fucked around and fell in love again

Knowing I’m not brave enough …

I wore the shoes with the “grip sole “ and my heart was covered by long sleeves.

I listened to the “Don’t’s” and the “Do’s”

I tried to prepare myself not to fall but, ALAS!

I fell on my ass. No balance. It hurts.

When people physically injure themselves, we expect for attention to be paid to the injury. We expect them to take time to heal. Sometimes even physical therapy is needed . Why don’t we pay the same attention to emotional injuries? Why are we always pushed to be strong?

Suppressing an injury can cause more serious ones. You wouldn’t be expected to walk with a broken foot. Same with emotional injuries. Take your time and heal.

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