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SELF-INFLICTED WOUND

Like a storm trapped in her chest she moved in circles footsteps restless heart pounding louder than thought. She had lived inside a lie vowed to love through anything clung to promises already crumbling made peace with pain to feel something. When dawn rose, it lit the truth the smiles were masks the kisses rehearsed, and yet, she stayed not for love, but for the hope it might return. She bled quietly trying to piece together shattered glass holding on to something that had already let her go.

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