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Your heart is a muscle, it contracts and relaxes again and again until the day that it doesn’t. Until the day you will no longer need it. But it is still a muscle  
I wish there was a restart button Something to take me back in time  The idea of holding you again And calling you mine   I would click the pause button On the moments I missed,
#Day2 - August 2017   Love shot down like a thug on the street..   Heart shattered like broken glass on a beat..   Sound waves rumbling through my head like a stampede..  
I’d forgotten what happiness was like,he’d hurt me and left me in the dark.Pain was etched in my soul,and anger swallowed my heart.The tears I cried were for loss, because I didn't know it was a gain.
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