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May 2021
Hit. Scratch. Punch.
Boom.
    Boom.
        Boom.
Some hurt more than others,
Some sink in deeper than others,
But they’re all aimed at my heart.
The hole in my chest, only getting bigger,
More empty -
Until there’s nothing left,
And my heart is gone.
TheBlueOne
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