a new scar is born

there's no greater sorrow than the loss of a child there's no crueler ,deeper pain than to lay your born to rest there's no cure no remedy no magic potion that brings them back into your arms inner grief eats at your soul with every breath your shell cracks as tears roll and burn your cheeks like hells acid fire as all strength to stave them is gone weakened by lack of sleep and food serves no purpose but twisted cramps futures dream stolen to be replaced with torn chest as a new scar is born

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