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Has Left His Scar

They all lined up
And one by one
Gave me their heart.
And when I crumpled from the weight
They shattered apart.

I picked up every single piece,
Though each one cut my soul.
And try as I might
I could not make them whole.

I thought that when
I gave them back
I’d wake up and be free.
But God knows every single one
Has left his scar on me.





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