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Ache

Ache

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Every time I heard a voice,

My heart broke 

Into another piece.


Not sure 

If I have a choice,

There's no love 

Nor peace.


Have you got enough of me? 

Took every bit,

Everything 

That was broken. 

Made it fit,

Just to do it all over again.

While I scribbled,

On my rusty brown table.


Everything shattered, 

Your lies 

And my label.

I heard the pencil,

Screeching,

I couldn't live a life 

That's a stencil,

Just felt to start

Crying and screaming.


I cried,

In the same room 

In which they made me cry.

I shall bloom,

And soon 

My eyes will be dry.

The only difference was that

I emptied my heart,

When they weren't around. 


They could no longer 

Tear me apart,

Or hear a little sound.

How sad is it? 

To break something,

To tear up every bit, 

When you've got nothing.

Yet, 

Too good because

All of it was fake.


There's no one to blame 

Or cause, 

There's nothing left to ache.


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