Part 11 - Ode to a broken teenage heart

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A single love,

A single reason.

A broken heart,

In a hellish prison.


A prison of hurt,

Pain and despair.

So cold and damp,

The foulest kind of air.


A living death,

A loving hate.

A cold fire,

A doomed fate.


No end in sight,

No way to escape.

Helpless inside,

And hopeless out.


As you call out,

Only a whisper escapes.

Surrounded by deathly silence,

Alone you weep.


Your love,

All that was your reason.

Has left you alone,

In your lonely hearts prison.

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