pretend
it was progressively harder to feel as more of my heart
became damaged
and shattered
pieces fell to the floor
bit by bit
every day
and i was running out of ways
to pretend they were back in their places
for the numbness was beginning to be all that
i knew
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lost souls: rain, stars, and iced coffee
PoetryDoes anyone remember how anything begins? Or how anything ends? For every story, every song, every movie has a beginning to an end and an end to a beginning, but what about the rest? What about prior to the beginning or after the end, and everything...
