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There is no broken time, no history for me
Loss coming from cracks in my soul
These are the memories that make a past
Fading with lack of use
There is no heart making love to me
Pumping heated blood into my life
No saving grace smiling her blessing
She has better things to do
Undamaged minds to wander
Unbroken but never whole, these perfect surface lives
Unshaken by grief, and living through their lies
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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