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Apr 2014
Broken, shattered, a million little pieces.
Grieving, crying, screaming.
Torn like a rag from every which angle.
Cut like skin after too many blades.
Bruised like fruit that have been left out for days.
Cold as ice, because iā€™m numb to the pain.

But still it flows through all of my veins.

Ill never be the same you irreparably damaged me.
Tossed me to the curb like i was an old piece of furniture.
Ill never forget this pain as long as I live.

And iā€™m going to do everything in my power to never feel it again.
Written by
Jocelyn Sharp  Canada.
(Canada.)   
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