My Dementia

Broken Hearts,
Cries behind closed doors,
Bitter Marks,
Swallowing them whole,

Secret Love,
That none will ever know,
Open Wounds,
They've reached an all time low,

Can they heal?
Well one's moved on for sure,
what is left?
A girl who cannot function anymore.

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