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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
Of my broken heart.
For all the times we were hurt, and broken.
Kyra Embers
Written by
Kyra Embers  17/F
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