Refreshed. 

You’ll always have stabs that mark your back, even if you open up to trust you’ll always get hurt from all those in your various circles, if you pass, they’ll still talk in whispers, gaze behind their open shades, remember to pray for them, peace comes from the heart, just forgive and forget, just swallow the bitterness that ashes your mouth.
Some things are never silent because they always talk in your mind, complicated voices I say, nightmares and dreams are made from curved visions. 

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