healer
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I know that I am a giver.
I know that I can drag you out
from the hole, you dug yourself in
The wounded healer is a savor who only want to help for her sins.
The wounded healer is strong minded but we train it to be passive.
Your absence is not my best remedy.
It doesn't help me, it doesn't make it unbelievable.
The aching assures me of your existence,
but memories are fading as if we never happened, as if we never existed.
He healed the sick, gave sight to the blind, turned water into wine
Resurrected the dead, expelled evil spirits
Giving undeserved grace for those that didn’t believe
He died on the cross making the ultimately sacrifice
I started mending cuts,
with bandages and peroxide.
Now I am trained to save lives,
watching closely sitting pool side.
