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The hurt,
It seeps deep inside me,
Finding every crevase of my soul.
***
How could you do this to me?
Rip my heart out and then just leave,
Like you never existed.
***
Now I am here alone,
On scraped knees,
Picking up the pieces of what you broke.
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Amethyst Champagne
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