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Apr 2023
My bones are aching with sadness
It feels impossible to leave my bed

My eyes are swollen shut
From all the tears I have shed.
I keep replaying our memories,
Over and over in my head.

My hands can no longer write,
From all the paragraphs of me begging you.
My heart has sunk too deep,
Due to what you put me through.

I wonder if you feel this type of agony.
At times I wished you did
So that you could understand me.
But deep down I know it is not true,
For you have already replaced me
With somebody new....
Canned oats.
Written by
Emily  19/F/Scotland
(19/F/Scotland)   
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