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Gravely Wounded

It is a lonely place to be,

My heart,

With all the secrets kept buried,

And all the words unsaid,

With all the songs I hear and sing,

And no one to share,

The stories behind my poetry,

Or the reason why I wrote them,

No one giving prompts anymore,

Or finding errors in the ones there,

So I'm miserable in this world,

With my heavy heart,

And everything there left for me,

To deal with,

Alone and sadly,

With all details gravely wounded,

On my heart now.

words for the day

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