Put the pieces of a broken heart back together,
and then be the one to tear it apart again,
it's a kind of pain that not everyone can afford to try:
no medicine that can cure it,no science that can explain it.
Why does it hurt more to be the executioner,instead of the victim?
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Daisies
PoetryA collection of poems in which each poem was written in moments when the only way to put thoughts in order was to put them in black and white
