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Apr 2021
There will come a day,
when they will no longer be,
your first thought in the morning,
or keep you up at night.

But while they are,
you mustn't be so ******* yourself,
or rush to heal the wounds.
Our hearts live on with scars,
which run deep scars,
on our human meat.

But you don't have to force them to close,
if you are not ready.
Written by
Nicole
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     ryn, My Dear Poet and Imran Islam
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