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There is a sadness rooted deep down in my chest and I can’t get it out.

Some days I want to open my old wounds and stretch them wide.

Burn my face in the dusty drab memories. Forget about the new day cracking me in the jaw.

There is uneasiness seaping through the crust in my eyelids.

Your rough morning kisses brush away the debris of my broken bottle heart.

Another day, another false start.

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