The first death

I fell apart once

there were pieces of my heart scattered all over the place.

I wanted to die but my soul wouldn’t quit.

It wouldn’t let go of the memories.

I had to move on

No label or titles, nor weddings with bibles.

What was meant to be never happened and since forever came sooner than I expected,

each time my heart beats I see an image of you.

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