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re discussion on drugs commiseration and common

I’ve not seen many discussions like that come up, yet, on tumblr. 

also makes me wonder…

so many of us share a great deal. 

but for all we share, I know I keep a lot hidden/unsaid (and don’t doubt the same is true for others)

I often wonder about all these (usually) unspoken points of commonality and shared experiences we have

the dark, quiet corners of ourselves

the little places where we hurt in ways we can’t articulate

(and, thus, never share)

The small wounds we never attend to ‘cause we have bigger things to deal with

(do we ever get the time/space to heal those? do we?)