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Something inside me gave in today,
Gave out, gave up.
Forgot to breathe,
And suffocated.

A hand rests on my stomach,
-As I lie on my back-
The pillow underneath my head
Washing it with tears.
Each fingertip lingers on skin,
Trying to breathe life into death,
In vain.

My heart and his are not
The only things that bleed.

Funny how,
When you have
All the unconditional love to give,
You end up with
No one to give it to.

I wrote life a poem
It will never hear,
And today,
The paper burned.

The End

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