The limbs throb.
'The head pounding.
The heart aches.
I can't move nor attempt it.
It's all the same in these situations.
No on understood or even cared for the pain.
Heartbroken and bleading.
The thought is frightening.
This pain.
This is it.
I can deny or ignore the fact no longer.
Im dying
There is no way to change
Or any way of going back.
My only regret is I found no one to cherish
Or to cherish me.
I'll leave with that
but atleast I've never been broken.
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