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Mending a broken heart

Trust when it's broken
Is the hardest to mend
The heart is hardened
And the mind numbed
Dulled with pain
Days stretch on to infinity
And the nights, well, are the hardest 
Your being is enveloped 
In a murky web
Of lies
Betrayal
Sadness
Pain
Tears don't fall anymore
Your very heart is torn asunder
Little things that brought you joy
Offer no relief
You are one among the walking dead
Much to everyone's disbelief
You learn the wrong lessons
That trusting is bad
When all it takes 
Is someone to rekindle the spark
That once ignited your soul
And made it shine
And then you're whole again
Not because you needed another to complete you
But you learned how to be complete 
Within the boundaries 
Of your body and soul

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