Contributor: Adriene Im
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He was bad company. It was gnawing
on my heart and feeding my doubts.
I wanted to believe that loving is easy,
ignoring the thorns as my heart bled.
I was left waiting.
He left me in a pool of my own blood.
Kept me hostage in the waiting room.
Once inseparable, now incapable
of bandaging what was beyond broken.
I was left shattered.
Buried six feet under, I was suffocated
by layers of regrets, burdens, and
promises never kept. I climbed out,
hands calloused and heart patched.
I was left stronger.
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