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unspoken promises
rip my heart to shreds
and laugh as they
are broken
i give and i give
with no restraint
only to find
you were joking
left behind as a
piece of uselss trash
set aside to waste
i crumble
i cry to myself
as i prepare to face
the demons that haunt me
abandoned by my soul
is there a point anymore?

~erika boal
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