The End
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rialynn
rialynn Clumsy with emotions and written verse
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Nobody likes losing the people they care for.

The End

A smile of broken glass,

A smile of broken glass, Where was once a warm heart,

A smile of broken glass, Where was once a warm heart, Is an ember gone cold,

A smile of broken glass, Where was once a warm heart, Is an ember gone cold, A flame doused,

A smile of broken glass, Where was once a warm heart, Is an ember gone cold, A flame doused, Whom is to blame,

A smile of broken glass, Where was once a warm heart, Is an ember gone cold, A flame doused, Whom is to blame, But the one who loved,

A smile of broken glass, Where was once a warm heart, Is an ember gone cold, A flame doused, Whom is to blame, But the one who loved, Or at least desired to be,

A smile of broken glass, Where was once a warm heart, Is an ember gone cold, A flame doused, Whom is to blame, But the one who loved, Or at least desired to be, And so,

A smile of broken glass, Where was once a warm heart, Is an ember gone cold, A flame doused, Whom is to blame, But the one who loved, Or at least desired to be, And so, With each bullet,

A smile of broken glass, Where was once a warm heart, Is an ember gone cold, A flame doused, Whom is to blame, But the one who loved, Or at least desired to be, And so, With each bullet, Disguised as a mere word,

A smile of broken glass, Where was once a warm heart, Is an ember gone cold, A flame doused, Whom is to blame, But the one who loved, Or at least desired to be, And so, With each bullet, Disguised as a mere word, Hemorrhaging what remained,

A smile of broken glass, Where was once a warm heart, Is an ember gone cold, A flame doused, Whom is to blame, But the one who loved, Or at least desired to be, And so, With each bullet, Disguised as a mere word, Hemorrhaging what remained, A surgery of well-wishers,

A smile of broken glass, Where was once a warm heart, Is an ember gone cold, A flame doused, Whom is to blame, But the one who loved, Or at least desired to be, And so, With each bullet, Disguised as a mere word, Hemorrhaging what remained, A surgery of well-wishers, Stitching together the past,

A smile of broken glass, Where was once a warm heart, Is an ember gone cold, A flame doused, Whom is to blame, But the one who loved, Or at least desired to be, And so, With each bullet, Disguised as a mere word, Hemorrhaging what remained, A surgery of well-wishers, Stitching together the past, Voices echoing,

"It's the end. "

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