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If only I could find the words
Id tear them from within
Wear (my) feeling on my sleeve
The sleeve that covers (my) scarred skin


(My) skin a blanket of scars
Scars blanket the memories
(Pink and fading like the pAst)


But the thoughts don’t form
Into an independent clause
Only in fragment or run ons


So I’ll keep (my) feelings to (my)self
Until I can verify my hearts beat correct.ly
(There has been too much blood loss reminiscing)


And it hurts to think
We’ll have to come back
To this thought again


And that the lack of pounding in my chest
Has gone unnoticed all along…


Has it stopped completely?
Or has it frozen in time
Since (my) life was stolen

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