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Mar 2016
…struggling to keep myself composed,
My hand quickly rose to my chest
In a desperate attempt to hold my heart intact.
But I didn’t feel a beat.
Once again, I was too late;
My heart was no longer in its place.
My chest was burning
And felt like the home of a new abyss,
While my stomach ached –
Being pierced by the sharp pieces of what use to be a vibrant heart.
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Ny-Asha
Written by
Ny-Asha  Hamilton
(Hamilton)   
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   mark cleavenger
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