It’s always going to come
just as strong
as you can take.
It’s always going to hurt
just enough
to not quite kill.
It’s always going to burn
like ice
on an open wound.
It’s always going to beat
the will out of you
and then apologize in the morning.
It’s always going to say
I love you
once you’re on the mend.
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