Not really a poem…
I can live with pain
but just my own.
When the hurt is yours
it breaks my heart.
©2018 what sandra thinks
Not really a poem…
I can live with pain
but just my own.
When the hurt is yours
it breaks my heart.
©2018 what sandra thinks
Liam Sullivan's Ideas and Reflections
Plowing through Life in the Country...One Calf Nut at a Time
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Writing is a craft. I practice it here. Stellar stuff. Mediocre stuff. Don't bother stuff.
the fictional journal of Katie K.
“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.” — Maya Angelou
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A Look on the Brighter Side of Life
same here…
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Being an empath hurts sometimes. 😕
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Being me also hurts… but yes.
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That’s the truth isn’t it… so hard to see the ones we love suffer.
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It is. I’d always rather it be me…
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So true… it always hurts more when our loved ones are in pain.
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Especially when it’s your kids. That is the hardest thing, and mine are grown. But I’d do everything in my power to protect them even now!
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Yes… my kids. Exactly. I hate it so much!
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I literally have to hold myself back from saying things sometimes! Toughest part of being a mom, I think!
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Oh yes! There are times when it’s SO hard to not say something… to a parent… a teacher… even a kid!
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Watching my daughter struggle is excruciating. I can’t fix it. I feel so helpless as I watch. 💔
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Yes… I really hate that!
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