bruised up

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the end was heavy on the heart,
but we knew we've been holding each other back.
so we split and took respective part.
now i feel something in me is of lack.

i don't miss yourself, but only the memories,
lingering around them like butterflies in the summer.
i tried too many different remedies.
now all i could hear is the sound of thunder.

i'm bruised up.
for some reason, i hope you feel the same way.
not to spite you;
but to know that i'm not alone.

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