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Apr 29
Picking up the pieces of my shattered heart,                                                           ­       
                                                         ­                                                         
and feeling like I am missing a few parts                                                            ­          
                                                                ­                                                      
      that you took with you when you walked away,                                            
               ­                                                                 ­                                    
hard as I try, I can't forget that day                                                              ­          
                                                      ­                                                                
I tell myself that I'm almost over you                                                          
   ­                                                                 ­                                          
because that is what I'm being told to do                                                          
    ­                                                                 ­                                             
Deep down inside I still know the
truth                                                            ­    
                                                            ­                                                          
  and my scars are more than proof                                                            ­                
                                                ­                                                              
When I go out, I still hear your name,                                                          
 ­                                                                 ­                                      
someone wanting to know who's to blame                                                  
         ­                                                                 ­                                        
For so long we were seen as one                                                              ­      
                                                          ­                                                        
that people don't believe we are done                                                             ­         
                                                                ­                                                
They tell me things I don't want to know,                                            
                                                                ­                                              
every single word comes as a blow                                                             ­     
                                                                ­                                                     
 It must be nice to heal so easily,                                                          ­              
                                                  ­                                                        
because I miss you & it's killing me                                                               ­     
                                                                ­                                                
They say that time heals all wounds                                                          
                                                                ­                                                  
but there's a hole in my heart shaped like you
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Written by
Sherri Woodman  63/F/pa
(63/F/pa)   
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