Like the sharp edge of a serrated blade as it pierces your soul
You are never again whole
You heal a bit each day
But you're never the same
That is the pain death leaves lingering
You've give anything
to ease the hurt
To divert your mind to other matters
See, it's the living after that's the hardest part
You're torn apart
like confetti scattered
Struggling to gather
the pieces of your tattered heart
as they flail afar in the wind.....
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