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Aug 2015
It feels like the end,
But at some point
The shards stop stabbing,
And the pain stops throbbing,
And suddenly all is dull until
Someone makes your heart pound again.
Hopefully it can withstand that kind of
Pressure, this old heart of yours.
For if it can, it will only continue to heal...
Building a second skin of sorts
Over all the scars until it’s a
Lumpy, yet functional, mess.
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Until the scar tissue builds
And you heart ceases to feel...
You'll heal and you'll heal
Until you finally just break.
Lindsay Thomas
Written by
Lindsay Thomas  Kentucky
(Kentucky)   
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