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Aug 2015
Low
I'm so low
(so low)
since you left me.
I couldn't bear
to see you go.
Tears shaped me
for the next three days.
Fake smiles
became my secret.
Unchanged, but not
quite the same.

I've become a shell.
Fragile and empty.
I can't bear it;
now you're gone.

My heart is broken.

I couldn't bear
to see you go.
I'm so low,
(so low).
Kirsten Bailey
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Kirsten Bailey
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