BOO BOO

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BOO BOO 

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Have you ever had a sore finger or toe?

You seem to bump it into things whereever you go

It seems like everything conspires to hit it

That poor sore sensitive digit

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You ask yourself "How can this be?

Everything seems to be targeting me."

It is the same when anger unaccountably flares

Something we experienced has touched a sore place in there

Deep in our feelings where old hurts hide

And something touches that sore spot inside

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We can tend directly to the wound once we find it

Apply the soothing balm of comprehension and bind it

With a growth philosophy of full responsibility

We treat our past injuries so they are not disabilities

Then our old wounds can finally heal

We will not suffer if it's no big deal

Look for your boo boos, not who to blame

Because healing and growing are the name of the game.

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