The wounded healers

How can we hope to find a cure when all are healers are hurt themselves, mending wounds with diseased instruments.

We are all seeking salvation while secretly sleeping with the sick souls who slip by our secret shields.

A broken heart finds comfort in breaking others while longing to return to the same hurtful cage that tourchered it so. What creul lessons are to be learned by opposing the forces that protect us?


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