Last Poem by Patrick Beheler

Last

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Such a beautiful face, always running to keep his pace.
He broke your heart and left you dead inside,
you've shut your eyes and locked your heart to hide.
A shell of who you were is what you've become,
a battle you'll never seem to overcome.
You long for what you had in the past,
but in his race you'll always be last.

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