Heartachoke

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Shards of glass

Pierce my skin

Transparent

Like crystal

How poetic

This may seem

Tragic

Like death

But I'm in pain

That is the truth

Ugly

Like sickness

The world shatters

Again and again

Fragile

Like breath

Weeds grow high

Around my bones

Strangling

Like tears

Thorns inject themselves

Into my chest

Stabbing

Like steel

My soft heart

Gives everything

Beating

Like desperation

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