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Hard on the heart,

and the soul.

Tears spill from your eyes,

nothing to stop them.

Everyday someone leaves.

Family, friends, stranger. 

All lives matter. 


Feels like your soul is ripped out. 

Bleeding. 

Raw. 

You can see your beating heart in your hand. 

Nothing. 

Empty. 

Soulless. 

Time is needed to recover. 


~Loss. 

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