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Here’s a poem from me titled, “Ruptured”
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Little did she know,
the tears she shed every night
ruptured a hole in her heart;
till pain gnawed the edges of her soul.
© W. S. Praise
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I was inspired to write this after talking to a friend(name withheld), who had been weeping over a past-failed relationship.
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