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Beauty is Pain


You ripped my heart out of my chest

You threw it on the ground

And it shattered into a million pieces

You threw the pieces into a raging fire

And it turned into ash

 

You blew the ash into my eyes

I then began to cry

My tears carried the remaining particles to the ground

And from those tears

A tree began to grow

From my broken heart

From my tears

From my pain, beauty came

 

But it will never replace

The ache in my chest

That comes everytime someone says your name

 

Nothing will ever fill this void

Beauty has came from pain

My pain

Beauty, is pain.

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KatieGray

I love to write, it helps me to release, and in a way I feel like I'm creating something small. Even if it doesn't matter, ya know?

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