That Hospital Room

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I felt each piece of what used to be my heart
Puncture my internal organs
As a piece of me died in that hospital room.

I was a shell
Holding nothing but
An ocean of tears.

There was no coming back from this.
Sure, the sun would rise
And set tomorrow, but
Nothing would ever be the same.

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