Them

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Lonely, so lonely.
When she cried for the first time ever,
Not knowing whom to turn towards....

Hurting, so bad.
When he broke the first time ever,
Not knowing if he'll survive this again....

Breaking, piece by piece.
Every time she has to act as if it doesn't hurt,
not knowing how much more she can act....

Scared, so terribly.
Whenever he breaths, taking in the negativity,
giving out his own warmth...
Not knowing if he'll have enough for himself....

Scarred, so deeply.
Every breath hurts, every blink aches,
Every beat thunders, every shadow laughs,
Not knowing if they'll ever open their eyes again....

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