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Apr 2018
There's no heart left to break.
There's nothing left to take.
There's no tears left to cry.
There's no happy ending.
There's no silent nights either.
This poem came late at night when I couldn't sleep and i decided to turn a bad mood into something creative.
Written by
stephanie burrows  F
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