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Nov 2020
Everyone is born with a heart
It breaks and it gets fixed
Some get split in half, some stay whole
Mine? Mine got shattered and it stayed shattered
Over time it pieced itself back together
But for what?
It just gets shattered again, piece by piece, it comes apart
All that time that I spent crying and begging the pain to go away...gone
What's the point of life if it's just going to be filled with pain?
Cadence Patterson
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Cadence Patterson  18/M
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