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They say time heals all wounds
So when shall my broken heart mend
I think whoever ‘they’ are, they’re liars
Will my heart ever mend this time
Whoever ‘they’ are, never lost someone so precious
Scars on my heart, past grief remains
This cut is too deep, each time it nears healing
I remember She is not coming back, EVER
So my broken heart will NEVER mend
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