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4/04-Sand dollar
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1996-2003 4-2-04
4:09 pm
My heart is left bleeding.
My soul left ripped in half.
My body trembles at the memories.
My voice quivers and the pictures.
I am left an empty shell.
You pried me open to the world.
And left me in the sun.
To dry up alone.
To lay there open and exposed.
And then you walked away.
Like a sand dollar after death.
I washed up on the shores.
Bleached white from the salt in my wounds.
Dried up from all the tears cried.
Left lifeless from the sun beating me down.
Left waiting and hoping.
For some curious onlooker.
To walk by and pick me up.
To appreciate my broken and battered soul.
So while I lay here empty and dry.
Please mind your feet.
And don�t step on what is left of me.
