《Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken》Poem 90

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"Everything hurts.

Being alive,

Being born,

Only death,

A silent storm,

too late,

the thunderous roar,

Love hurts,

Hate, too,

More when felt to one's self

A room with no windows,

My heart,

my love,

He's forevermore trapped there.

In the confines of my soul."

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