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Jun 2013
He broke your heart.
Ripped it into a million pieces
And left me to piece you back together.
But not even I could fix you this time.
A few days later 
I held out the matches 
And watched as you burned 
The fraying edges of your heart.
Aren't you proud, mom?
I saw your lips move 
But was deafened by the screams 
Of your dead lifeless eyes.
"I'm fine"
"You don't look fine"
"Then stop looking."
Fray
Verb
(of a fabric, rope, or cord) Unravel or become worn at the edge, typically through constant rubbing: "cheap fabric soon frays".
Julia
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Julia  27/F/Virginia
(27/F/Virginia)   
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