Hard to look at. Easier to endure if I don't have to look at it. That has been my experience with pain.

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Also I have learned. Get it over quickly. Toothache? Pull it. Broken bone? Set it. Toenail? Jerk it off.

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Then it begins healing.

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It is Friday all over again. Rolling right along. Days into weeks into months. Bruises, scrapes and contusions heal and we get moments of perfect bliss. I wish it could be bottled for those moments when the toes are torn or the heart is hurt.

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Seems that only time heals those wounds.

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Waiting. Moment by moment.

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Healing. Bit by bit. Day by day. From this experience called living. Till at last I will be healed.