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Nov 2019
Drying tears,
healing scars,
Dark circles beneath sunken eyes,
Chapped lips from
biting hard,
Nightmares and panic in
abundant form
trinkets,
Of my broken heart.
For all the times we were hurt, and broken.
Dhimss
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Dhimss
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