Aching Hearts Bleed Black

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March 11, 2017 by Moony

Pulled hair,

Ripped jeans,

Skelleton hands that

Grasp for a hope

That this is not the end

I can not stand it.

I mispelled how 

Each action

Would lead deeper into a place

I did not want to go.

Left with

Broken glass

And promises

That exude abundace

In lack of restrain.

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