sleeping around the
pieces of a
broken heart
the only certain thing
is that i still breathe
and i ache
an achehe said
like a beautiful scar
the sadness on your face
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today my friend said to me that a broken heart is like surgery that you did not consent to. she's right.
i wake up everyday choosing to be all right and for about 8 minute after i get up, i am - i'm fine. but then i get moving inside of my day and it comes crashing back the hole in my chest.
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