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It’s hard to write these things out
When my heart is stumbling over the words I think the tears Are making my thoughts incoherent I’m not me anymore I haven’t been for awhile I just smile and keep on pretending While I’m dying inside The constant pain has turned into a numbness My heart…my heart has been torn apart The tiny pieces scattered like broken glass on the floor Much like my life being ripped open Close my eyes and focus on breathing, Wake up and make it through another day. It’d be a lie to say I’m frightened by the thought of dying Because inside I’m waiting for that day more than anyone else
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