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Recovery

The image of his face,

Stained beneath my lids,

His voice remembered,

With every breath,

Every sound,

Every step,

Every tear,

I can’t forget,

But…

I refuse to go back,

To the pain,

The heartache,

The misery,

The darkness,

Never again…

Patch up the scars,

Stop the bleeding heart,

Two steps forward,

One step back,

Never stepping on a crack…

And…

He fades away.

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