Broken Heart Syndrome Read Count : 34

Category : Poems

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You took them.
My will and my soul.
I'm always cold;
So in tune, I don't deserve to hold.
Truth is, I feel like there's nothing left.
I always end up staring blankly at nothing.
How do I be happy when she isn't here?
I'm starting to hate everything;
My favorite meals don't taste the same.
I don't sleep much;
I'm losing more and more weight.
I'm running on fumes these days. 


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