A breaking heart.
Yet another crack, in the heart of love.
Yet another friend, has been taken.
I am starting to wonder, who and what's next?
My first best friends, are already gone.
My family, is being torn apart.
My friends? They are probably next.
If this continues, not even my heart will hold.
If everyone leaves me, then what's the point?
Everyone I've ever met, always leaves.
Whether it be family, or close friends.
A Total of, 32 cracks.
Line my heart, for that's how many left.
My happiness is starting to diminish, at a rate I'm afraid of knowing.
The gray clouds line the sky, ready to rain sadness.
If more leave me, then I might leave too.
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