11 | Reaper

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Cheerfully oblivious

They manage to claw the last few remaining strands of my heart

A happy smile adorns my face

Eyes glassy

Nothing left in that empty

Bloodied cavity now

No more pain

Sans dull ache

Numb to everything

Except a slight fear.


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