crushed | poem

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it aches

everything

aches

my soul

feels

broken

and my spirit

feels

destroyed

and i

cannot

fill the empty parts of me

with these

temporary fixes

they do not last

and i go back

to aching

the way i was before

if not

worse

-n.c

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