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May 2015
You do not get the joy of hearing my lips say your name,
You do not get know how I feel inside or that occasionally I'll cry just to feel alright,
You do not get to tell me that I was or am no longer the problem,
You don't.
Because you broke my heart and you do not get to try to pick up the pieces.
© Joanna Mrsich. All rights reserved
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