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Forgotten Heartache

When fragments become reactant.

By Frank Yarbrough IIIPublished 7 years ago 1 min read

Fragments that are stagnant through the blackness of my mind. Like reminiscing remnants that daunt and taunt at my mind, my heart is sublime to my despise for I didn't take the time to minimize my demise as I circumcised what's left of my mind. Like lye when wet; glimpses dissolve away on the dime leaving no trace to be left behind. All I have is the brokenness of hopelessness stricken upon my chest for nor my heart or mind will never remember the rest. And I think that's best.

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Frank Yarbrough III

A boy trying to figure out what a man must do in life to succeed.

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