It sits there, right in the middle of my mind. Meditating in the silence, Meditating in peace, Unaware of what it has been giving out is Anger, Guilt and Frustration which bleeds, Bleeds like the blood of the Deer who's bitten in the Jugular by the lioness, who in turn has to feed, the hungry, helpless, wild children of hers.
Working on it.
Working on it.
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