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Torn
The pain of loss rips at my heart
into tiny pieces of red paper.
Each piece is a tiny hole of tears
that will never be able to be fixed.
It is a loss of soul, of broken promises,
of paths that were not traveled down.
A mask I wear to hide the pain
in which I can not survive in,
to be living in a world where
I have been torn apart.
- by Mistress Mae |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/13/2008 |
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- Title: Torn
- Artist: Mistress Mae
- Description: Torn between broken promises and broken days
- Date: 12/13/2008
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