It's Finished. It's Done.

 

 

A hook ripped stomach from its nook

Delicate heart fractured in parts

The voice inside bewailing choice

And why stand dumbstruck while she cries?

Regret overwhelming pained threat

Calmly despises, I repulse me.

Try to leave, buried face I grieve

Chances none, it's finished, it's done.

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