I Miss Her

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I miss her
when I can’t breathe.

I miss her
when my hands get numb
from the scars.

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Maze

Our beautiful lives turned into a maze,
with our words and gestures
turning so twisted and cruel
that they left us in a daze.

All the love we once had is gone,
leaving us in an endless misery.
In this endless labyrinth,
we’ve turned from friends to pawns.

But this maze is my personal hell,
because no matter how hard I try to get back up
the thorns of the rose you gave me
cut my skin and leave me in torment.

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