MINE
Mine is the back that hurts.
Mine is the soul that's crumbled.
Mine is the face, fallen
into despair
over the sate of the world
and your smile
or the lack thereof.
Mine are the crushed carnations.
Mine are the shattered bones.
Mine are the broken promises
made sincerely
but too quickly forgotten.
Mine is a life best forgotten.
Mine is a hope gone for years.
Mine is a sorrow
so long experienced
so long carried
so long kept.
Mine is a cursed lot
for it is not shared by you.
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