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Fallen
Mentally battered.
Physically bruised.
The person I trusted,
he'd lit the fuse.

The bomb went off,
And shrapnel flew,
Our lives now apart
But the affects are still new.

Down on the ground;
My body is weak,
My heart still broken,
I can’t get back on my feet.

I crawled to safety,
Under a rock,
Wishing for a forever wall
and a door, with a permanent lock.