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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351090" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tattoos of My Past (Something to Live For)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every now and then, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feel the pain again, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of everything crashing down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In that one moment, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My whole conscious awareness of being alive is focused on my wrists, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Almost like I can feel the scars pulsing with my heart beat, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A constant reminder of what the pain has done to me, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What it sometimes still does.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I take it as a reminder of how far I've come, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How everything is okay, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How I am strong because of it all, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Other times, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It breaks me down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shoves the realization of the pain in my face, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Screaming at me to remember it, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To address it, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To give it the attention it begs for.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still, other times, it leaves me breathless, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unsure of what to think or how to react, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just sitting there alone, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With nothing but my beating heart and awareness, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing to think about but memories and feelings, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's those times when I make the most progress, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Feel the strongest, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I think of everything I have to live for, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the love that's worth the struggles, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The beauty of life's rose instead of it's thorns, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's in those moments that the scars aren't a symbol of pain, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or a scream for help, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But simply a memory, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A memory of mountains that I have climbed, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Obstacles that I have passed, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are, in that moment, a tattoo of my past, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A token of my success. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's then that I smile, still feeling my heart beat, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And go on with what ever I was doing, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Happy to know who I am and know my life is worth it all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This might sound sappy and you might question it's truth, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But it is true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every now and then, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feel the pain again, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of everything crashing down, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And it's in that moment when I realize that everything will be okay, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Without these scars, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Without the pain to remind me every once in a while, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I might forget everything there is to remember, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I might forget that no matter what I feel, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm still here, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I believe with all my heart, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That that is something to live for.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By: Bethany J. Maxwell <br>June 29,2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bethany+Maxwell">Bethany Maxwell</a><div class=q>
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Every now and then, 

I feel the pain again, 

Of everything crashing down.

In that one moment, 

My whole conscious awareness of being alive is focused on my wrists, 

Almost like I can feel the scars pulsing with my heart beat, 

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