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Chest Pains
Once inside
I'm greeted by
The cold of the rooms
Something missing than before
And an emptiness
Deeper than bone.
I thought I would be
proud- screaming independence
aloud and with my might.
Overbearing with force
But reality is-
nothing but the closing of,
a chipped wooden door.
With no footfalls on the floor
to remind me of
a love I'm too scared to mourn.
These times takes their toll,
cutthroat heaven
stealing away a silhouette.
She will never be here
nor be her,
for me
ever again .
My sorrows echo through the halls
And all I know now is-
through wretched darkened ways
I seek your calming voice once more.
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