EIGHT
The crumbling of my arms,
The weight of the pain,
The need of something true
came back just to taunt
and now my sanity is at stake
Your heart of stone broke me
So I picked up the pieces and ran,
But the shadow of the hidden lesson stayed.
It kept me awake
It kept me a zombie
You ran happily
I stayed b r o k e n
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