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The pain of troubled hearts

Shirin

Haven't seen the sun for a year,

Can't even look at the mirror anymore,

The scars still remind me of you.


The clothes that you ripped apart,

Like you did to my soul,

Is what keeps me up at night.


Now I can't even touch my body,

Which you found amusing,

As you infected it with yours.



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