Full title: You ripped my heart into pieces, left me a scar and you don't see the problem
You ripped my heart out of my chest, ripped it I to pieces, and now you expect me to talk. That day, you left me bleeding out on the outskirts of my mind waiting for the vultures to pick me up.
As I stood lying in shock, I realized that I had to put myself back together. I started to stitch myself up day by day until one day I got enough strength and started to walk around. I wondered the
streets of a weird town until I found someone to help my find my way. From there, I started my journey
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The Dark Ages Volume 2 [Formerly "A Somebody's Journey"]
PoetryMaybe things will get better. Spoiler, it doesn't.