I think you killed my spark, shoving it down on the ground,
You tore away, leaving with my heart, underground,
I screamed where the hole in body had hollowed, and there was no sound
Drove away your demons that threatened me if I was found
It was devastating, breaking so harshly apartAnd it maybe just me, or the lack of my heart in your heart
//k.u.
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