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| The broken heart |
| by Nea |
She listened to the sound
Of the breath from the wind
She thought of is as the cold air
Of nothing
She saw the blue bright sky
That she felt
It was a burnt up
Grey hole
The love of her life
That is now her enemy
Was drifting away
His love no longer showed
His heart was a heart of love
But to her is now
A heart of hate
That she no longer holds
She now doesn't care
About what he does
So he could get hurt
And she wont worry
She has no more feeling
He took her soul
He took her thoughts
So she sits with her face
Blank
But her blank face
Is full of tears |
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