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Who could have known the pain that could be caused from the slightest lift of your lips..

even a small smile for pretend, that left on your heart an aching kiss..

small foot steps.. you can hear them, as they get further

and in your heart.. the pain screams murder

it throbs for relief.. asking your ribcage to stop closing in..

stop trapping the air.. because the blood is whats escaping..

the fractured bones like glass.. seeping into the thinnest parts of your skin..

pushing deeper.. past all the layers..as the pain floods in.. 

Deeper.. trapped by every movement, but one wrong move.. and it could be the end..

broken ribs are dangerous.. and your heart is no ones friend.